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"Want him down, Billy?" "Course I does, and I'm sorry for him when he do come, for I'm a-going to warm his skin, that's what I'm a-going to do for him." "Shall I get him down?" "You can't," cried Billy sourly. "Better than you can get cocoa-nuts," said Mark, laughing, for the perils were all forgotten, and the strange noise in the jungle might never have been. "Here, Bruff."
"With the greatest pleasure. A walk is the very thing I was longing for." "It's past two," I gently suggested. "And the afternoon service, Rachel, begins at three." "How can you expect me to go to church again," she asked, petulantly, "with such a headache as mine?" Mr. Bruff officiously opened the door for her. In another minute more they were both out of the house.
Blake addressed himself to the lawyer, speaking from his bed. "Do you really mean to say that you don't feel any interest in what we are going to do?" he asked. "Mr. Bruff, you have no more imagination than a cow!" "A cow is a very useful animal, Mr. Blake," said the lawyer. With that reply he followed me out of the room, still keeping his papers in his hand.
It must have been one of those interesting gentlemen who made that terrific row. His idea of a cooey, I suppose." A low growl came from Bruff just then, and they stopped short, the silence being broken by the dick, dick of the major's gun.
As he spoke he had gone down on one knee to reach into the barrel and get hold of Jack's leg, but at the angry remonstrative cry of the monkey as he felt it seized, Bruff made so furious an attack upon the sailor that he started back and rolled over, to find Bruff spring upon his chest. "Hold hard, mate; don't bite. I gives up," said Billy quietly. "Call him off, Mr Mark, sir."
Luker must himself according to the terms of his own arrangement take the Diamond out of his banker's hands. Under these circumstances, I propose setting a watch at the bank, as the present month draws to an end, and discovering who the person is to whom Mr. Luker restores the Moonstone. Do you see it now?" "It's Mr. Murthwaite's idea quite as much as mine," said Mr. Bruff.
Only a little out of spirits," she answered. "I have often seen the sea, on our Yorkshire coast, with that light on it. And I was thinking, Drusilla, of the days that can never come again." Mr. Bruff remained to dinner, and stayed through the evening. The more I saw of him, the more certain I felt that he had some private end to serve in coming to Brighton. I watched him carefully.
"I see my way back to London," I said, "to consult Mr. Bruff. If he can't help me " "Yes, sir?" "And if the Sergeant won't leave his retirement at Dorking " "He won't, Mr. Franklin!" "Then, Betteredge as far as I can see now I am at the end of my resources. After Mr. Bruff and the Sergeant, I don't know of a living creature who can be of the slightest use to me."
For, in spite of their cramped positions, every soul on board was sleeping heavily, the men in the bottom of the boat forward making pillows of each other, the tired ladies clinging together in the stern, and the officers amidships the extreme stern with its limited space having been left to Mark, Bruff, and the monkey.
Luker pass something to an elderly gentleman, in a light-coloured paletot. The elderly gentleman turns out, sir, to be a most respectable master iron-monger in Eastcheap." "Where is Gooseberry?" asked Mr. Bruff resignedly. The man stared. "I don't know, sir. I have seen nothing of him since I left the bank." Mr. Bruff dismissed the man. "One of two things," he said to me.
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