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Why the dooce don't these fellows ventilate their studios before they get ladies to go to see their paintin's! This he kept repeating, but got no response from either of us. As to me, let me honestly confess that I had but one thought: how much time would be required to go to Belgrave Square and back to the studio, to learn the whereabouts of Winifred.
I say to Creighton Sahib, "This is not a lawsuit, that we go about to collect evidence." Hurree returned to his English with a jerk: "'By Jove," I said, "why the dooce do you not issue demi-offeecial orders to some brave man to poison them, for an example? It is, if you permit the observation, most reprehensible laxity on your part." And Colonel Creighton, he laughed at me!
"I told one of 'em," said Anthony in my ear, "fellow in blue frock yonder, that you were the dooce an' all with a hair trigger almost as dead a shot as your uncle Jervas or Gronow of the Guards, and begad, it's set 'em all by the ears, Perry, especially that scoundrel Danby." At this I laughed, I think, wondering the while if Anthony would ever know how much I loved and admired him.
"Therefore, gentlemen," pursued the Marquis, "with our host's permission, we will " "Stay a moment, Jerningham," said the Viscount, "it is only right to tell you that my friend Beverley is one with us in this, he also is a suitor for the hand of Lady Cleone." "Is he, b'gad!" exclaimed the Captain. "Dooce take me!" said the Marquis, "might have known it though.
And we are with him aren't we, Jerny?" "Of course!" answered the Marquis, "dooce take me yes! So would poor old Sling have been." "Sirs," said Barnabas, reaching out and grasping a hand of each, "with your friendship to hearten me all things are possible even this!"
"So I have too," replied the captain; "and I've never told my own since the day I tore the title-page out of my Bowditch and flung the damned thing into the sea. But I'll tell it to you, boys. John Davis is my name. I'm Davis of the Sea Ranger." "Dooce you are!" said Huish. "And what was she? a pirate or a slyver?"
"But he wouldn't know you?" "No. He would be saying to himself, who the dooce is this superannuated old cock? And it would be no use my saying I was his little brother, or he was my big one." "But suppose it wasn't like the Day of Judgement at all, but real, like my old ladies. Suppose he was another superannuated old cock! My old ladies are superannuated old hens, I suppose." "I suppose so.
"I don't care, I know it was a man. I knew the face. I have seen it in madame's book of photographs." "The dooce you did." "Who was it?" "One of the brigands. The likeness was taken in prison." This made the gallant tars laugh again. "That's the natural bogey hereabouts," said Joe Basalt; "damme if I believe half their yarns about the brigands." "Nor I neither."
"Oh, dooce take me, I forgot!" exclaimed the Marquis, looking about; "queer cove, doocid touchy, looks as if he might fib though. Ah, there he is! talking to the rough-looking customer over yonder;" and he pointed to Barnabas, who stood with his coat thrown open, and the objectionable neckcloth in full evidence.
Then all at once he laughed and down came his great hands upon my shoulders. "B'gad, Perry, I love ye for 'em, lad; dooce take me if I don't!" he exclaimed. "Those breeches now where did you find 'em?" "Sir, they were bestowed by one Galloping Jerry, a highwayman."
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