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Fancy my surprise, about five years after the Portsmouth affair, when strolling one day up the High Street, in Leamington, my eyes lighted upon a young man, whom I remembered in a certain butcher's yard, and elsewhere no other, in fact, than Dobble.
Not perhaps that I would: but after the business of the butcher, I knew Dobble to be as great a coward as ever lived; and there never was any harm in threatening, for you know you are not obliged to stick to it afterwards.
Dobble, I saw what you meant just now: you wanted to cut me, because, forsooth, I did not choose to fight a duel at Portsmouth. Now look you, Dobble, I am no hero, but I'm not such a coward as you and you know it. You are a very different man to deal with from Waters; and I WILL FIGHT this time."
No; he will spare his friend Dobble’s feelings; he will spare the feelings of his friend—if he will allow him to have the honour of calling him so—Mr. Dobble, junior. He will simply say—and he is quite certain it is a sentiment in which all who hear him will readily concur—that his friend Dobble is as superior to any man he ever knew, as Mrs.
I was second in several duels; the umpire in all disputes; and such a crack-shot myself, that fellows were shy of insulting me. As for Dobble, I took him under my protection; and he became so attached to me, that we ate, drank, and rode together every day; his father didn't care for money, so long as his son was in good company and what so good as that of the celebrated Stubbs? Heigho!
I saw, however, that if I allowed him to talk about me, as he could, I should be compelled to give up all my hopes and pleasures at Leamington; and so I determined to be short with him. As soon as the lady had gone into the hotel, my friend Dobble was for leaving me likewise; but I stopped him and said, "Mr.
As I had received a number of attentions from Clopper, I determined to invite him to dinner; which I could do without any sacrifice of my principle upon this point: for the fact is, Dobble lived at an inn, and as he sent all his bills to his father, I made no scruple to use his table. We dined in the coffee-room, Dobble bringing HIS friend; and so we made a party CARRY, as the French say.
"What, Dobble, my boy, don't you recollect old Stubbs, and our adventure with the butcher's daughters ha?" Dobble gave a sickly kind of grin, and said, "Oh! ah! yes! It is yes! it is, I believe, Captain Stubbs." "An old comrade, Madam, of Captain Dobble's, and one who has heard so much, and seen so much of your ladyship, that he must take the liberty of begging his friend to introduce him."
But the poor girls screamed, and flung on their knees, and begged, and wept, and did their very best to prevent him. Dobble couldn't move; he was sitting on the block, blubbering like a baby. The door opened, and out Mr. Brisket came. "TO HIM, JOWLER!" says he. "KEEP HIM, JOWLER!" and the horrid dog flew at me, and I flew back into the corner, and drew my sword, determining to sell my life dearly.
"Come, Stubbs, tell us your adventures." "Psha!" said I, modestly, "there is nothing, indeed, to tell. I have been in love, my dear boy who has not? and I have been jilted who has not?" Clopper swore he would blow his sister's brains out if ever SHE served me so. "Tell him about Miss Crutty," said Dobble. "He! he! Stubbs served THAT woman out, anyhow; she didn't jilt HIM. I'll be sworn."
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