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Sampson kneaded the man like dough by way of comment. "It is really very extraordinary," said Osmond. "Mai dearr sirr, nothing's extraornary t' a man that knows the reason of iverything." He then inquired if any one in the room had noticed at what intervals of time the pains came on. "I am sorry to say it is continuous," said Osmond.

It was then that Tulke found his way blocked by a tall daughter of Devon that county of easy kisses, the pleasantest under the sun. He dodged aside politely. She reflected a moment, and laid a vast hand upon his shoulder. "Where be 'ee gwaine tu, my dearr?" said she. Over the handkerchief he had crammed into his mouth Stalky could see the boy turn scarlet. "Gie I a kiss!

"This afternoon just after Beetle went away! She's the very thing!" "Come to my arms, my beamish boy," caroled McTurk, and they fell into each other's arms dancing. "Oh, frabjous day! Calloo, callay! She will! She will!" "Hold on," said Beetle. "I don't understand." "Dearr man! It shall, though. Oh, Artie, my pure-souled youth, let us tell our darling Reggie about Pestiferous Stinkadores."

"Pretty useful, that," commented Trevor, admiringly. "Ye should see Moriarty," gasped O'Hara. "Now, will ye tell me why it is you're going to fight, and with whom you're going to fight?" "Very well. It's with Rand-Brown." "Rand-Brown!" exclaimed O'Hara. "But, me dearr man, he'll ate you." Trevor gave a rather annoyed laugh. "I must say I've got a nice, cheery, comforting lot of friends," he said.

"Mai dearr sirr, nothing on airth is continuous: iverything has paroxysms and remissions from a toothache t' a cancer." He repeated his query in various forms, till at last a little girl squeaked out, "If you -please, sir, the throes do come about every ten minutes, for I was a looking at the clock; I carries father his dinner at twelve."

"Nonsense," said Mr. Compton, "such suspicions are ridiculous. Do you think they can talk of nothing but Hardie v. Hardie?" "Mai dearr sirr my son met one of Heathfield's clerks at dinner, and he let out that the trile was not to come off. Put this and that together now." "It will come off," said Mr. Compton, "and in five minutes at farthest."

"Well, but," said Edward, "do you mean to say that in the present day " "Mai dearr sirr. Mankind niver changes. Whativer the muscles of man can do in the light, the mind and conscience of man will consent to do in the dark." Julia said never a word. Mrs. Dodd, too, was for action not for talk. She bade them all a hasty adieu, and went on her good work.

"Mollie," she said, in her quietest way, "you look very nice, my dearr and very picturesque, and I don't wonder at your admiring yourself; but if you stand there much longer in your bare feet you will have influenza, and then you will have to wear a flannel round your throat, and your nose will be red, and you won't derive much satisfaction from your looking-glass for a week to come."

Compton quietly reminded him there was a direct statement the French doctor's certificate. "A medical certificut!" shrieked Sampson, amazed. "Mai dearr sirr, a medical certificut is just an article o' commerce like an attorney's conscience. Gimme a guinea and I'll get you sworn sick, diseased, disabled, or dead this minute, whichever you like best."

Good-night," said that amazing man. "Good-night, and thank you, sir." "I swear I'll pray for the Head to-night," said Beetle. "Those last two cuts were just flicks on my collar. There's a 'Monte Cristo' in that lower shelf. I saw it. Bags I, next time we go to Aves!" "Dearr man!" said McTurk. "No gating. No impots. No beastly questions. All settled.