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Sharp cords and flaccid folds in Wutzler's neck, Chantel's brown cheeks, the point of Heywood's resolute chin, shone wet and polished in the lamplight. All four men scowled pugnaciously, even the pale Nesbit, who was winning. Bad temper filled the air, as palpable as the heat and stink of the burning oil.
This afternoon's rather late for accidents. You make me feel like Pompey on his galley: 'This thou shouldst have done, and not have spoken on't, Besides, those swords belonged to Chantel's father. He began as a gentleman. But you're a good sort, Nesbit, to take the affair this fashion." Lost in smoke, the clerk grumbled that the gory affair was unmentionable nonsense. "Quite," said Heywood.
Knows that 'ouse inside out loafs there now, the beggar, with Chantel's cook. Why not send him over prowling, ye know fingers the bric-a-brac, bloomin' ass, and breaks a sword-blade. Perfectly netch'ral. 'Can secure, all plopah, Accident, ye know. All off with their little duel. What?" Heywood chuckled, and bowed his head to the horse-clippers. "Last week," he replied. "Not to-day.
Chantel's right, I fancy: it's the native wife." He rose, with a short laugh. "Queer. The rest never feel so, Nesbit, and Sturgeon, and that lot. But then, they don't fall so low as to marry theirs." "By the way," he sneered, on the landing, "until this scare blows over, you'd better postpone any such establishment, if you intend " "I do not," stammered Rudolph.
He'll lunge first, and be surprised afterward. So regrettable! Such remorse! Oh, I know him!" The Cockney fidgeted for a time. His face the face of a street-bred urchin slowly worked into lines of abnormal cunning. "I say! I was thinking," he ventured at last. "Two swords, that's all? Just so. Now my boy used to be learn-pidgin at Chantel's.
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