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"Hum!" said the other, thoughtfully, "I remember a Beverley a lieutenant under Hardy in the 'Agamemnon' though, to be sure, he spelt his name with an 'l-e-y." "So do I, sir," said Barnabas. "Hum!" "Secondly, I am on my way to London." "London! Egad! here's another of 'em! London, of course well?" "Where I hope to cut some figure in the er World of Fashion."
Mine, sir, is Bellasis, Horatio Bellasis; I was named Horatio after Lord Nelson, consequently my friends generally call me Tom, Dick, or Harry, for with all due respect to his Lordship, Horatio is a very devil of a name, now isn't it? Pray what's yours?" "Barnabas Beverley. At your service." "Barnabas hum! Yours isn't much better. Egad! I think 't is about as bad. Barnabas!
Marmaduke whined and coaxed and threatened. And I swear to you she has never been the same since, though few but I know why. I might tell you more, my lad, were it not a breach of confidence." "Then don't," I said; for I would not let my feelings run. "Egad, then, I will!" he cried impetuously, "for the end justifies it. You must know that after the letter came from Mr. Lloyd, we thought you dead.
"Very well, Henry, I forgive them, for it is not in my nature to keep anger long; but tell them that they should not wantonly wound the feelings of an unoffending comrade. As I told them, they may regret their unkindness to me before another sun has set. If so, I wish them no other punishment." "What mean you, my dear Raymond?" "Egad!
I therefore intend to try and convince you as speedily as may be." "Egad!" exclaimed the Viscount, his blue eyes a-dance, "this is positively more than I had ventured to hope, my dear fell Ah! Mr. Beverley, at your service, sir?" And, after a season, Barnabas spoke, albeit pantingly, and dabbing at his bloody mouth the while.
Although you may read much of the courtesy of that age, there was a deal of brutal frankness among young men of fashion. "Egad, Charles, is this he the Beauty rescued from Castle Yard?" A familiar voice relieved my embarrassment. "Give the devil his due, Bully. You forget that I had a hand in that."
"At least," cried she, throwing herself upon a seat, "it shall never be said that I countenanced, by my presence, such a scandalous marriage! Oh! Sir John Hunter, why did you not interfere to save your own sister?" "Save her! Egad, she did not choose to be saved. Who can save a woman that does not choose it? What could I do? Is not she your ladyship's pupil? he! he! he!
Whip her." "Oh, what would you have?" Colonel Boyce shifted under a rueful air, strange in him. "I am what I am. I have had no luck in women. She was a blunder. And you you have paid to say of me what you will. Egad, you have the chance now." "Are you in pain?" "Be hanged to pain! Don't gloat, Kate. That's not like you, at least." "Oh, I am sorry. I am sorry." "No, nor that neither.
Carrick's tone raised a question. "Why? Don't you?" "Oh, I don't know, sir. They've all taken it on the run for some reason or other. Maybe the Krovitch army is already mobilized." "Egad, Carrick, that is a possibility. I never thought of that. Suppose I expected them to wait for us. We don't want to miss the opening gun. Hump her up for all she's worth. Full speed and never mind the jolts."
To this challenge he received no reply, and therefore repeated it, adding, "I suppose you imagine he was taken up for fighting a duel, or affronting a nobleman, or lying with some man's wife, or some such matter: but, egad! you was never more mistaken in your life; and I'll lay my Cleopatra against your Homer's head, that in four-and-twenty hours you shan't light on the true reason."
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