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I read 'em. He called himself Peterson. Left all his money to a woman. She shut the joint. I looked some like him so I took a chance. Leggo my arms, Egg!" "He'd ought to go to jail, Dammy," said Mrs. Egg. "It's just awful! I bet the police are lookin' for him right now." "Mamma, if we put him in jail this'll be all over the county and you'll never hear the end of it."
He knew all my ways, and, dammy, when I rang the bell, the confounded thief brought the thing I wanted not like that stupid German lout. And what sort of time have you had in the country? Been a good deal with Lady Rockminster? You can't do better. She is one of the old school vieille ecole, bonne ecole, hey?
Look out; I shall be on the watch for you: and I shall die content, my boy, if I can see you with a good ladylike wife, and a good carriage, and a good pair of horses, living in society, and seeing your friends, like a gentleman. Would you like to vegetate like your dear good mother at Fairoaks? Dammy, sir! life, without money and the best society isn't worth having."
He ate six slices and drank a mug of pear cider, then crossed his legs and drawled, "Was a fellow on the Nevada they called Frisco Cooley." "What about him, Dammy?" "Nothin'. He was as tall as me. Skinny, though. Used to imitate actors in shows. Got discharged in 1919." "Was he a nice boy, Dammy?" "No," said Adam, and reached for the pear-cider bottle.
"Oh, Dammy," she said, "and I wanted everything nice for you!" In the still hall her one sob sounded like a shout. Mrs. Egg marched back to the dining room and drank a full glass of milk to calm herself. "Says he can't eat nothin', Mis' Egg," the cook reported, "but he'd like a cup of tea. It's real pitiful. He's sayin' the Twenty-third Psalm to himself. Wasted to a shadder. Asked if Mr.
"I hate going away this time, somehow, more than usual," he blurted out after another spell of silence. "I can't help wondering whether you'll be the same when I come back at Christmas." "Why how should I be different, Dammy?" asked the girl, turning her gaze upon his troubled face, which seemed to twitch and work as though in pain. "How?... Why, you might be " "Might be what, dear?"
"Let you go, darling ...! Now I have found you.... If you say another word I'll serve you as you served the Haddock. I'll hang on to your arm right along the Leas. I'll hang round your neck and scream if you try to run away. This is poetic justice, darling. Now you know how our Haddock felt. No I won't leave go of your sleeve. Where shall we go, dearest darling Dammy.
All the time she was here, didn't you see, George, how she was acting at the General over the way?" "Humbug acting! Hang it, she's the nicest little woman in England," George replied, showing his white teeth, and giving his ambrosial whiskers a twirl. "You ain't a man of the world, Dobbin. Dammy, look at her now, she's talked over Tufto in no time. Look how he's laughing!
Of coourse us knawed times was tight, but Jack-o'-Lantern be to the end of his dance now. 'T is all awver." "What's the matter? Come to it, caan't 'e?" "No ill of the body not to him or the fam'ly. An' you must let me tell it out my awn way. Well, things bein' same as they are, the bwoy caan't hide it. Dammy!
I had bathed and dressed me in my best suit of pale-lilac silk, with flapped waistcoat of primrose stiff with gold, and Cato was powdering my hair; when Sir Lupus waddled in, magnificent in scarlet and white, and smelling to heaven of French perfume and pomatum. "George!" he cried, in his brusque, explosive fashion, "I like Schuyler, and I care not who knows it! Dammy!
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