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When Cluffe, who for some time continued to exercise his lungs in persuasive invitations to Flora, at last gave over the pursuit, and returned to the drawing-room, to suggest that the goddess in question had probably retreated to the kitchen, he was a good deal chagrined to find the drawing-room 'untreasured of its mistress.
So they began to shout and hallo, singly, and together, until Cluffe, in much ire and disgust, exclaimed 'Curse the sot drunk in some whiskey-shop the blackguard! That is the way such scoundrels throw away their chances, and help to fill the high roads with beggars and thieves; curse him, I sha'n't have a note left if we go on bawling this way. I suppose we must go home again.
The boyish instinct of 'hide and seek' took possession of Cluffe, and he glided forth from the precincts of the Brass Castle upon the high road, just as the little hall-door was pushed open, and he heard the harsh tones of Dangerfield challenging the gooseberry bushes and hollyhocks, and thrashing the evergreens with his cane. Cluffe hied straight to his lodgings, and ordered a sack posset.
'Captain Cluffe has gone over this horrid weir, not a minute since, and is I fear drowned. 'Dhrownded! och! bloody wars. 'Yes, Sir, send some one this moment down the stream with a rope 'Hollo, Jemmy? cried the man, and whistled through his crooked finger.
Jukes into her master's bed-chamber; there was an old-fashioned oak chest of drawers facing the window. 'Where's Captain Cluffe? enquired Lowe. 'He stopped at his lodgings, on the way, answered the man; 'and said he'd be after us in five minutes. 'Well, be good enough, Madam, to show me the key of these drawers.
'Drowned! who says so? repeated the colonel. 'Cluffe everybody.
'Take the oars, Sir, hang you! cried Cluffe. 'There are no oarth, replied Puddock, solemnly. 'Or the helm. 'There'th no helm. 'And what the devil, Sir? and a splash of cold water soused the silken calves of Cluffe at this moment. 'Heugh! heugh! and what the devil will you do, Sir? you don't want to drown me, I suppose? roared Cluffe, holding hard by the gunwale.
Though the latter would not have helped him much; for he could not make out ten pounds just then, were it to save his life. But Nutter only said 'The rent's not mine; I can't give it or lose it; and Sturk's not safe. Will you lend it? I can't. This brought Cluffe to reason. He had opened the business, like a jolly companion, in a generous, full-blooded way.
'What the plague are you doing now? cried Cluffe, arresting a decorative passage in the middle, and for the first time seriously uncomfortable, as the boat slowly spun round, bringing what Cluffe called her head though head and tail were pretty much alike toward the bank they had quitted. 'Curse you, Puddock, why what are you going back for? you can't do it.
'Where the deuce did that broganeer, O'Flaherty, come from? said Cluffe, confidentially, to old Major O'Neill. 'A Connaughtman, answered the major, with a grim smile, for he was himself of that province and was, perhaps, a little bit proud of his countryman. 'Toole says he's well connected, pursued Cluffe; 'but, by Jupiter!
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