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She seemed young, not more than twenty-three or four; she was slightly built, and dressed in a suit of plain black. "Mr. Buffle," said she, "I was going through by stage to San Francisco, when I overheard the driver say to a man seated by him that you knew more miners than any man in California that you had been through the whole mining country."
That's exactly nine minutes to each; and as for lunch, we only have a biscuit dipped in ink." "Dipped in ink!" said the squire. "It comes to that, for you have to be writing while you munch it." "I hear all about you," said the earl; "Sir Raffle Buffle is an old crony of mine." "I don't suppose he ever heard my name as yet," said Johnny. "But do you really know him well, Lord De Guest?"
"Be quick, then," said the man, excitedly; "start!" The trip was not more than two minutes in length, but it seemed a good hour to Buffle, whose acquaintanceship the delicacy of the trigger of his beloved pistol caused his past life to pass in retrospect before him several times before they reached the light. The light proved to be in the saloon whose locality had provoked the quarrel.
"I do not know how to describe him further he had no scars, moles, or other peculiarities which might identify him, except," she continued, with a faint blush a wife's blush, which strongly tempted Buffle to kneel and kiss the ground she stood on "except a locket I once gave him, with my portrait, and which he always wore over his heart.
"Because I've got no money; all luck has failed me ever since I left home shipwreck, hunger, poverty " "Come back a minute," interrupted Buffle. "I forgot to come down with the dust for the drinks.
But I safely put the street door on the jar and got behind the Major's blinds with my shawl on and my mind made up the moment I saw danger to rush out screeching till my voice failed me and catch the Major round the neck till my strength went and have all parties bound. I had not been behind the blinds a quarter of an hour when I saw Mr. Buffle approaching with his Collecting-books in his hand.
"At last!" exclaimed Buffle, convinced that he had found his man; but his emotions were quickly cooled by the man in the road, who, jumping from the ground, picked up Buffle's pistol, cocked and aimed it, and spoke in a grating voice, as if through set teeth: "Give back that locket this second, or, as God lives, I'll take it out of a dead man's hand."
Buffle's articled young gentleman, that it was whispered that Miss Buffle would go either into a consumption or a convent she being so very thin and off her appetite and two close-shaved gentlemen with white bands round their necks peeping round the corner whenever she went out in waistcoats resembling black pinafores. So things stood towards Mr.
The question was addressed to the squire, but the squire was slow to answer, and it was taken up by Sir Raffle Buffle. "He'll be back on the 15th," said the knight, "unless he means to play truant. I hope he won't do that, as his absence has been a terrible inconvenience to me."
Sir Raffle Buffle presented his compliments to Mr Toogood, and could Mr Toogood favour Sir R. B. with the present address of Mr John Eames. "Old fox," said Mr Toogood; "but then such a stupid old fox! As if it was likely that I should have peached on Johnny if anything was wrong."
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