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The very thought of the little drawling outsider who had delighted in his sobriquet of "the Dook" made Hilliard feel sick, and he opened wide all the windows and doors when the contemptible creature went out of the house. "Wanted to turn me into a dry-goods clerk, did he?" Nick grumbled. And the episode was closed.
It was in the year seventeen 'undred and eighty-seven that Lord Leonard Forth, eldest son of 'Is Grace the Dook of Lochlane, 'urled 'imself out of this window in order to avoid compromising the beautiful Countess of Marshmoreton, with oom 'e is related to 'ave 'ad a ninnocent romance.
The Rommany chi And the Rommany chal, Shall jaw tasaulor To drab the bawlor, And dook the gry Of the farming rye. A very pretty song, thought I, falling again hard to work upon my kettle; a very pretty song, which bodes the farmers much good. Let them look to their cattle. "All alone here, brother?" said a voice close by me, in sharp but not disagreeable tones.
"Why, after that fight, when you pointed to the bloody mark in the cloud, whilst he you wot of was galloping in the barouche to the old town, amidst the rain-cataracts, the thunder, and flame of heaven." "I have some kind of remembrance of it, brother." "Then, again, I heard you say that the dook of Abershaw rode every night on horseback down the wooded hill."
Everything wrong as you does, such as killin' a Romany, or cheatin' a Romany, or playin' the lubbany with a Gorgio, or breakin' your oath to your mammy as is dead, or goin' ag'in the dukkerin' dook, an' sich like, every one o' these things turns into the Romany Sap. 'You're speaking of conscience, Sinfi.
"Be you quite sure as you aren't a dook?" "Quite sure." "Nor a earl?" "No, Ancient." "Not even a barrynet?" "No, Ancient." "Ah, well! you be a man, Peter, an' 'tis summ'at to ha' found a man that it be." And now he feebly beckoned us all nearer. "Children," said he, "I be a old an' ancient man I be goin' on across the river to wait for you my blessin' on ye.
Take me into any Officers' Mess you like say 'There is a promoted gentleman-ranker here, and I'll lay a thousand to one I spot him. Don't care if he's the son of a Dook nor yet if he's Royal, you can spot him alright...." Pleasant hearing for the "landed proprietor," whom a beautiful, wealthy and high-bred girl proposed to marry!
But I've never forgotten that scare." When Castleton finished his narrative there was a trenchant silence. All eyes were upon Monty. He looked beaten, disgraced, a disgusted man. Yet there shone from his face a wonderful admiration for Castleton. "Dook, you win!" he said; and, dropping his head, he left the camp-fire circle with the manner of a deposed emperor. Then the cowboys exploded.
Why, I'm a dook," said Curly. "I'm Sir Reginald oh, cheese it. No; I don't know anything about my ancestors. I've been a tramp ever since I can remember. Say, old pal, are you going to set 'em up again to-night or not?" "You answer my questions and maybe I will. How did you come to be a tramp?" "Me?" answered Curly. "Why, I adopted that profession when I was an infant. Case of had to.
I wish the bloody cowboy would not call me that. 'Dook, mebbe this game ain't as important as international politics or some other things relatin', but there's some health an' peace dependin' on it. Savvy? For some space our opponents have been dead to honor an' sportsmanlike conduct. I calculate the game depends on my next drive.
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