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If you'd got a rope round your neck same as I 'ave you'd do the same as I've done." He lifted up the bedclothes and put Ginger inside and tucked 'im up. Ginger's face was red with passion and 'is eyes starting out of his 'ead. "Eight and six is fifteen," ses Bill, and just then he 'eard somebody coming up the stairs.
"It was always her idea that I shouldn't be a servant, but I believe in doing what you gets most coin for doing. I should like to have been a jockey, and I could have ridden well enough the Gaffer thought better at one time of my riding than he did of Ginger's. But I never had any luck; when I was about fifteen I began to grow.... If I could have remained like the Demon "
'Ow beautiful hart thou in textchah." "Go on, Bill. Did the perisher say that?" An incredulous member of the group looked doubtful. "Did 'e say it?" The carrier of news looked scornfully at the doubter. "Did 'e say it? Lumme! 'E said it twice, and then he buried 'is mug in its loverly fragrant surface, and pricked his nose on Ginger's bayonet.
The conversation wandered agreeably, and they became more conscious of each other. He told her all he knew about the chap who had jilted Miss Mary, and the various burlesque actresses at the Shoreham Gardens who had captivated Ginger's susceptible heart. While listening she suddenly became aware that she had never been so happy before.
There was nothing of haste and much of ceremony in Ginger's method of approaching the perusal of his correspondence. He bore himself after the manner of a small boy in the presence of unexpected ice-cream, gloating for awhile before embarking on the treat, anxious to make it last out.
Sally, who had shifted to a spot where the pressure of the crowd was less acute, was now able to see Ginger's face, and as she saw it she gave an involuntary laugh. He looked exactly like a dog at a rat-hole. His hair seemed to bristle with excitement. One could almost fancy that his ears were pricked up.
Ginger walked a little way past and then back agin, and just as he was thinking that 'e might venture to go off, as Miss Tucker 'adn't come, the door opened and out she came. "I couldn't find my 'at-pins," she ses, taking Ginger's arm and smiling up into 'is face. Before Ginger could say anything the man he 'ad noticed took his 'ands out of 'is pockets and stepped up to 'im.
His feet began once more their subtle weaving in and out. Twice his left hand flickered home. A quick feint, a short, jolting stab, and Ginger's guard was down and he was swaying in the middle of the ring, his hands hanging and his knees a-quiver. Bugs Butler measured his distance, and Sally shut her eyes. The only real happiness, we are told, is to be obtained by bringing happiness to others.
"I wish Lew Lucas or whatever his name is had murdered him. Brute!" "Oh, I don't know, you know." Ginger's sense of fairness compelled him to defend his late employer against these harsh sentiments. "He isn't a bad sort of chap, really. Bugs Butler, I mean." "Do you seriously mean to stand there and tell me you don't loathe the creature?" "Oh, he's all right. See his point of view and all that.
"Uncle Harry doesn't," Frank said bitterly, "or he would have sent an answer to my letter." "Ah! well, you know what he is," Fred said, "how passionate and hasty he is; but after a time he will think as we all do, never fear. Look here, I thought that you would want some money, so have been round to Ginger's and have sold all my books.
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