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The Major likewise saw him approaching and hummed louder and himself approached. They met before the Airy railings. The Major takes off his hat at arm's length and says "Mr. Buffle I believe?" Mr. Buffle takes off his hat at arm's length and says "That is my name sir." Says the Major "Have you any commands for me, Mr. Buffle?" Says Mr. Buffle "Not any sir."
Buffle in another blanket, which whisked in and carted out on the sofy they all burst off again and all burst back again with Miss Buffle in another blanket, which again whisked in and carted out they all burst off again and all burst back again with Mr.
So Mr Toogood sent his compliments to Sir Raffle Buffle, and begged to inform Sir R. B. that Mr John Eames was away on very particular family business, which would take him in the first instance to Florence; but that from Florence he would probably have to go on to Jerusalem without the loss of an hour. "Stupid old fool!" said Mr Toogood, as he sent off his reply by the messenger. Near the Close
"Buffle," whispered the barkeeper, who knew the great man by sight, "he's a littler man than you." "I know it, boss," replied Buffle, most brazenly. "He sez he don't drink." "Never saw him here before there, he's goin' out now," said the barkeeper. Buffle turned and dashed through the crowd; all who held glasses quickly laid them down and followed.
He had, moreover, beaten his old enemy Sir Raffle Buffle in another contest, and he felt that the world was smiling on him; that the world was smiling on him in spite of his cruel fate in the matter of his real lovesuit. There was a mystery about the Bayswater romance which was not without its allurement, and a portion of the mystery was connected with Madalina's mother.
But the reader may know that she did write them there on the evening of the day on which the promise was made. "Lilian Dale, Old Maid". And when John's holiday was over, he returned to his duties at the elbow of Sir Raffle Buffle. Grace Crawley Returns Home
And I do not know that I ever had a much pleasanter meal than the breakfast we took together after we had all dozed, when Miss Buffle made tea very sweetly in quite the Roman style as depicted formerly at Covent Garden Theatre and when the whole family was most agreeable, as they have ever proved since that night when the Major stood at the foot of the Fire- Escape and claimed them as they came down the young gentleman head-foremost, which accounts.
"Well, mum," said Buffle, with a delighted but sheepish look, which would have become a missionary complimented on the number of converts he had made, "I hev been around a good deal, that's a fact. I reckon I've staked a claim purty much ev'rywhar in the diggins." "So I inferred from what the driver said," she replied, "and I came down here to ask you a question."
So he waited till the Harold Smiths were gone, and Sir Raffle Buffle, and then, when Lily was apart with Emily, for Bernard Dale had left them, he found himself at last alone with Mrs Thorne. "I can't be too much obliged to you," he said, "for your kindness to my girl." "Oh, laws, that's nothing," said Mrs Thorne. "We look on her as one of us now."
Glancing quickly about, he soon distinguished Buffle. He grasped his hand, looked him steadily in the eye, and exclaimed: "Buffle, you "
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