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Smivvle, shaking his head and sighing again, "on account of the lamentable affair of a month ago, the Bow Street Runners have assiduously chivvied me from pillar to post and from perch to perch, dammem! Had a notion to slip over to France, but the French will insist on talking their accursed French at one, so I've decided for America.
"Sir," said he, "for weal or woe, in shadow or shine, the hand of a Smivvle, once given, is given for good." As he spoke, Mr. Smivvle stretched out the member in question, which Barnabas observed was none too clean. "The hand of a Smivvle, sir," pursued that gentleman, "the hand of a Smivvle is never withdrawn either on account of adversity, plague, poverty, pestilence, or Jews dammem!
"My dear Bev, of course I do stand still, damn you though we are rivals, we're friends first curse your livers and bones so jump up, Bev, and oh dammem, there's no holding 'em quick, up with you." Now, as Barnabas stepped forward, afar off up the lane he chanced to espy a certain jaunty hat, and immediately, acting for once upon impulse, he shook his head. "No, thanks," said he.
Ronald Barrymaine, sir." "Ronald Barrymaine," repeated Barnabas, trying the new point of his pen upon his thumb-nail, yet conscious of the speaker's keen glance, none the less. "No, he did not." "Astounding!" exclaimed Mr. Smivvle. "Why so?" "Because my friend Barrymaine was particularly intimate with his Lordship, before he fell among the Jews, dammem!
"My friend Barrymaine is low, sir, devilish low," he proceeded to explain, "indeed I'm quite distressed for the poor fellow, 'pon my soul and honor I am, for he is in a manner of speaking in eclipse as it were, sir!" "I fear I don't understand," said Barnabas. "Why, then in plain words, my dear Beverley, he's suffering from an acute attack of the Jews, dammem! a positive seizure, sir!"
You'd like him, for Barrymaine is a cursed fine fellow in spite of the Jews, dammem! yes, you ought to know my friend, sir." "I should be glad to," said Barnabas. "Would you though, would you indeed, sir? Nothing simpler; call a chaise! Stay though, poor Barry's not himself to-day, under a cloud, sir.
Sir, it was a great a great grief to me to lose him for, as I fancy I told you, the hand of a Smivvle, sir but he is gone beyond plague or pestilence, or Jews, dammem! And he died, sir, like a gentleman. So, on his behalf I do thank you deeply, and I beg, herewith, to return you the twenty guineas you would have given him. Here they are, sir." So saying, Mr.
"Because, well, between you and me, my dear fellow, I believe his regard for Barry's half-sister, the Lady Cleone, is largely accountable in Chichester's case; as for myself, because, as I think I mentioned, the hand of a Smivvle once given, sir, is never withdrawn, either on account of plague, poverty, pestilence, or Jews, dammem!
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