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"It is a proud, aspiring profession, sir," said the young man, as his face lighted up with enthusiasm. "Then, demmy, if you like the army, sir, you shall enter it! Yes, sir! Demmy, the administration, confound them, has not done me justice, but they'll scarcely dare to refuse to send my nephew to West Point when I demand it." "To West Point!" exclaimed Herbert, in delight.
"Then what would suit you, lad? Come, you have betrayed the fact that you are not altogether satisfied." "On the contrary, sir, I told you distinctly that I really wanted nothing, and that I must be satisfied." "And I say, demmy, sir! you sha'n't be satisfied unless you like to! Come, if you don't like the navy, what do you say to the army, eh?"
Whaur's the sense of a jaiket that'll no button upon you, if it should come to be weet? What do ye ca' thir things? Demmy brokens, d'ye say? They'll be brokens wi' a vengeance or ye can win back! Weel, I have nae thing to do wi' it it's no good taste." Clem, whose purse had thus metamorphosed his sister, and who was not insensible to the advertisement, had come to the rescue with a "Hoot, woman!
Osborne's man agreed as they followed George and William into the church, that it was a "reg'lar shabby turn hout; and with scarce so much as a breakfast or a wedding faviour." "Here you are," said our old friend, Jos Sedley, coming forward. "You're five minutes late, George, my boy. What a day, eh? Demmy, it's like the commencement of the rainy season in Bengal.
The poor man is badly hurt, may be dying, for aught you know, and you stand over him and berate him when he cannot even answer you!" "Umph, umph, umph; Demmy, you're umph, well, he is fallen, fallen pretty badly, eh? and if he should come round after this, the next fall he gets will be likely to break his neck, eh? I say, you gentleman below there Mr.
Old Hurricane turned abruptly around and favored his nephew with a severe, scrutinizing gaze, demanding: "Herbert, have you been drinking so early in the morning? Demmy, sir, this is not the season for mint juleps before breakfast! Is that great, stout, round-bodied, red-faced old Doctor Williams a little woman? I see him sitting on the right of Miss Day. I didn't refer to him!
"Sure, uncle, that's nothing new; I have shaken hands with you often enough!" "Demmy, you you you New York trash, what do you mean by that?" "Of course I mean, uncle, that you are as rough a ruffian as ever Donald Bayne was!" "Demmy, I'll murder you!"
Then, demmy, sir, whether a girl in boy's clothes, or men's clothes, or soldier's clothes, or sailor's clothes, or any clothes, or no clothes, sir, treat her with the delicacy due to womanhood, sir! ay, and the tenderness owed to childhood! for she is but a bit of a poor, friendless, motherless, fatherless child, lost and wandering in your great Babylon!
The best way is to make your letters safe. I never wrote a letter in all my life that would commit me, and demmy, sir, I have had some experience of women."
Suppose, now, Herbert Greyson was to take a fancy to another girl, would I let uncle go to him and put a pistol to his head and say, 'Cap is fond of you, you varlet! and demmy, sir, you shall marry none but her, or receive an ounce of lead in your stupid brains'? No, I'd scorn it; I'd forward the other wedding; I'd make the cake and dress the bride and then maybe I'd break no, I'm blamed if I would!
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