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"It was paid for!" Don't you pity me, reader? I was obliged to join in the laugh, and appear to enjoy it. "They're rather down on you," said Hawkesbury, amiably. "Oh, they like their little joke," said I. "So they do who's got the butter?" said Doubleday "so does everybody hang it, the milk's burnt; don't you taste it burnt, Field-Marshal?
The last two I paid myself; the first I sent by Doubleday, not wishing to encounter again the familiar heroes of the "usual lot." It was with a light heart and a sense of burden removed from my life that I returned that evening to the lodgings, whither jack had preceded me. On my arrival I found him in a state of uneasiness. "Very queer," said he, "Billy's not turned up.
"Hullo! here you are!" said Doubleday. "Found you out, then, at last. Haven't been this way for an age, but knew it at once by the cats. Hullo, is this your mother? How do, Mrs Batchelor. Glad to see you. Allow me to introduce " "It's not my mother!" I cried, with a suppressed groan, pulling his arm. "Eh, not your mother? your aunt, perhaps? How do you " "No, no," I whispered; "no relation."
Without the slightest hesitation he unfolded the Harper situation to his astonished contemporary. The solution proposed was more astonishing still. This was that Mr. Doubleday and Mr. McClure should amalgamate their young and vigorous business with the Harper enterprise and become the active managers of the new corporation. Both Mr. McClure and Mr.
To this he invited Doubleday, and, having ushered him in, seated him and closed the door, Carpy sat down: "There's few men, Barb, in this country," the doctor began, "that dare talk to you the way you ought to be talked to; of them few, I'm probably the only one that would take the trouble. Your enemies won't talk and everybody friendly with you is afraid of you.
You're Barb Doubleday's daughter and Barb Doubleday is making war all the time on my friends and hiring men to assassinate them, and it doesn't seem right to me and it won't to other people, me sheltering Barb Doubleday's daughter with such things going on " "But, Belle " Belle raised her voice one key higher: "You needn't tell me, I know.
"Do?" said Mr Doubleday, proceeding to take up his pen and settle himself to work; "I'll let you know what to Look here. Crow," he broke off, in a rage, pointing to one of the ink puddles which that hero had made, "here's the same beastly mess again! Every Monday it's the same ink all over the place! Why on earth don't you keep your messes to yourself?"
Hooker hurled in two divisions, one under Meade, and one under Doubleday, and another came up behind to support them. The western men were here and remembering how they had been decimated at Manassas, they fought for revenge as well as patriotism. At last the Winchester regiment in the center moved forward also.
"Yes," said Smith, solemnly, and apparently not aware that the last expression had been intended as a joke. "Why don't you laugh, eh?" cried Wallop; "we all laugh here when Doubles makes a joke; don't we, Crow?" Mr Crow, thus appealed to, replied, "Oh, of course. We don't get much laughing, though." Mr Doubleday waxed red in the face at this, and rounded on Smith.
Doubleday perfectly astonished me by his talents as a host. He never ceased talking, and yet everybody else talked too; he never ceased partaking, and took care that no one else should either. He seemed to know by the outside of a cup whether it was full or empty, and to be able to see through loaves and dish- covers into everybody's plate.
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