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"Mister Man, I've saw Tim Henan at his best, an' I've saw Sayres when he was a top-notcher, an' likewise several other irregler boxin' sharps that were sure tough tarriers. Also I've saw two short-horn bulls arguin' about a question o' leadership, but so help me Bob the fight I saw that day made the others look like a young ladies' quadrille.
An' I must have the football to play on the sands with, an' the punchball to practise boxin' on, an' I must have the dormouse, 'cause 'cause to feed him, an' I must have this box of things and this skin to show to folks I meet down at the seaside, 'cause they're int'restin'." But Mrs. Brown was firm, and William reluctantly yielded.
I could do anything I liked with him," said Lord Holme. "Gad! Talk of boxin' " He looked at his bandaged hand and laughed again triumphantly. Then, suddenly, a sense of other things than his physical strength seemed to return upon him. His face changed, grew lowering, and he thrust forward his under jaw, opening his mouth to speak. Lady Holme did not give him time.
They come back and sweat it out. They couldn't wurruk like this widout it." "It's great work, Mike. Look at the devilopment. Did ye iver see a prize-fighter with such muscles?" "A prize-fighter!" said Mike. "Jawn Murphy, luk at them. They're all sizes, big and little, in my two gangs; but give the littlest a month's trainin' in the science o' boxin' and he'd lick any heavyweight in the wurruld.
You buy in with me on this Great Australian Hippodrome, a half int'rest for twelve thou cash, leave me the transportation and talent end, while you do the polite gab at the main entrance, and if we don't lug away the daily receipts in sugar barrels I'll own the boxin' kangaroos for first cousins. Why, it's the chance of a lifetime! What do you say to it?"
"Now suppose he an' me was boxin' for fun, out in the back yard, an' he hurts his thumb that way, why we'd have the gloves off in a jiffy an' I'd be putting cold compresses on that poor thumb of his an' bandagin' it that tight to keep the inflammation down. But no. This is a fight for fight-fans that's paid their admission for blood, an' blood they're goin' to get. They ain't men. They're wolves.
"I ain't ever gone with a feller that I didn't know his name before!" she confided before the curtain rose. "It's Joe," he said, "Joe Ridder, What's your front name?" "Miss Beaver," she said mischievously. "What do you think it is?" Joe could not guess. "Say," she went on, "I knew who you was all right even if I didn't know yer name. I seen you over to the hall when they had the boxin' match."
Neither had gained any visible advantage. 'Nae blood yet, remarked some one in tones of regret mingled with hope. 'Never heed, interposed Jake, humanely Tak' aff their gloves. They've done enough. We'll ca' it a draw or to be conteenued in oor next dull evenin' whichever they like. I hope you twa lads 'll never learn scienteefic boxin'. There's ower little fun in the warld nooadays.
"Boxin' gloves, Ma'am," says I. "That's the pair of mitts that won me the championship, back in " "Has Mr. Steele become a pugilist, too?" she asks. "Not so you'd notice it," says I. "Hm-m-m-m!" says she, tappin' the toe of one of her pumps and gazin' around critical. Not that she takes any notice of me. Honest, if I'd been a yellow pup tied in the corner, she couldn't have been more offhand.
No, nor that wasn't the worst: for, as his Lordship's trap drove up, the two tom-fools stopped their boxin' to stand 'pon their toes and blow kisses at him! "I must say that Battershall showed great presence o' mind.
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