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"This was not exactly my meaning," said the boy, dryly. "'A fico for your meaning, as the Swan says. Hallo, you sir! Bully Host, clear the table fresh tumblers hot water sugar lemon and The bottle's out! Smoke, sir?" and Mr. Peacock offered me a cigar.
Now I mean you shall come for a turn with me in my barouche; and before this bottle's empty, so you shall. 'That would be an odd thing, to be sure, replied Will, with a chuckle.
At the end of a minute or so 'Ha'e ye got it bad, Macgreegor? he inquired. 'So, so. Arm an' leg. I'm feelin' rotten, but I'm no fini shed yet. Ha'e ye ony water? Ma bottle's shot through. 'Here ye are. . . . Feelin' seeck-like? 'I'm seeck at gettin' knocked oot at the vera beginnin. 'Never heed. Did ye kill yer man? 'Ay. 'Same here. . . . In the back. . . . Ma Goad!
He was attended with a troop of the temple-guards, all French bottles in wicker armour; and seeing us with our javelins wrapped with ivy, with our illustrious lantern, whom he knew, he desired us to come in with all manner of safety, and ordered we should be immediately conducted to the Princess Bacbuc, the Bottle's lady of honour, and priestess of all the mysteries; which was done.
"Captain," said I, "the gentleman is seeking a dram, and the bottle's out. Will you give me the key?" They all started and turned about. "Why, here's our chance to get the fire-arms!" Riach cried; and then to me: "Hark ye, David," he said, "do ye ken where the pistols are?" "Ay, ay," put in Hoseason. "David kens; David's a good lad.
"'Arrah, then, major, why would ye be interruptin' the doctor, and Mr. Keningale there lettin' his glass stay empty till he hears The Lord save us! the bottle's empty! "In the excitement consequent upon this discovery, the thread of the doctor's story was lost; and before it could be recovered the evening had advanced so far that I felt obliged to withdraw.
Under all discouragements, however, I stuck to my Bottle, and held firm to my resolution that every drop of its contents should reach the Bottle's destination. The latter refinement cost me a separate heap of troubles on its own separate account.
Irons no go, 'cept in case mutiny; bed perfectly legal 't all times. Bed is good. But trouble is t' enforce it." "Where's your bottle?" demanded the captain, rising from the seat in which a paralysis of fury had kept him hitherto. "I want your bottle." "Oh, bottle's all right! Bottle's under pillow. Empty, empty's Jonah's gourd; 'nother sea-faring party, Jonah.
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