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Lowe took it in his hand, and weighing it with a look of disgust and disappointment, asked rather impatiently 'Where's Captain Cluffe? The captain had gone away. 'Very well, I see, said Lowe, replacing the whip; 'that will do. The hound! Mr. Lowe now re-entered the little parlour, where the incongruous crowd, lighted up with Mr.
The reader must not suppose when Cluffe said, 'we of the Royal Irish, in connection with some pecuniary kindness shown to Sturk, that that sensible captain had given away any of his money to the surgeon; but Sturk, in their confidential conference, had hinted something about a 'helping hand, which Cluffe coughed off, and mentioned that Puddock had lent him fifteen pounds the week before.
'An officer! no, Aunt Becky there certainly is Captain Cluffe, who always joins your party when you and Gertrude go down to hear the band, and Lieutenant Puddock, too, who does the same but you know 'Well, my dear, all in good time. Gertrude's very secret, and proud too; but I shall know very soon.
Cluffe had lost his head much more than Puddock, though Cluffe had fought duels. But then, he really could not swim a bit, and he was so confoundedly buckled up. 'Sit to the right. Trim the boat, Sir! said little Puddock.
It resembled the butt of a whip was an inch or so longer than a drumstick, and six or seven inches of the thick end stood out in a series of circular bands or rings. He washed the thick end of it in the basin; it seemed to have a spring in it, and Cluffe thought it was a sort of loaded baton.
'We're coming to something what's that? said Puddock, as a long row of black stakes presented themselves at some distance ahead, in the dusky moonlight, slanting across the stream. ''Tis the salmon-weir! roared Cluffe with an oath that subsided into something like a sickening prayer. It was only a fortnight before that a tipsy fellow had been found drowned in the net.
By this time Lillyman was running like mad from Cluffe's lodgings along Martin's Row to the rescue of Puddock, who, at that moment with his friends and the aid of a long pole, was poking into a little floating tanglement of withered leaves, turf, and rubbish, under the near arch of the bridge, in the belief that he was dealing with the mortal remains of Cluffe.
Well, Cluffe knew that the higher powers favoured Dangerfield; and that, beside his absurd sentiment, not to say passion, which could not but be provoking, Puddock's complicity in the abortive hostilities of poor Nutter and the gallant O'Flaherty rankled in Aunt Becky's heart.
And so she turned and chatted with Cluffe, who, not being at liberty to talk upon his usual theme his poor, unhappy friend, Puddock, and his disgraces was eloquent upon the monkey, and sweet upon the lap-dogs, and laughed till he grew purple at the humours of the parrot, and swore, as gentlemen then swore, 'twas a conjuror, a wonder, and as good as a play.
And he and his companion were both thoughtful, and the walk home was quite silent, though very pleasant. Cluffe was giving shape mentally to his designs upon Miss Rebecca's £20,000 and savings.
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