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"Ay 'a would," said Joseph, meekly. "But, you see, I wasn't so much to blame, for them J's and E's be such trying sons o' witches for the memory to mind whether they face backward or forward; and I always had such a forgetful memory, too." "'Tis a very bad afiction for ye, being such a man of calamities in other ways."
You may imagine the feelings which made us walk in absolute silence through the library, which was formerly Napoleon's: the gilt N's and J's still in the arches of the ceiling: busts and portraits all round that of Josephine admirable. At St.
Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. Get shut of it. Dodge round by Greek street. Wish I hadn't promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your nerves. Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth. That rules the world. Far. Far. Far. Far. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Must 'ave." Then he returned to the Paddock, passing a bookie with uplifted hand of protest. "Get away from me, Satan," he said. "Don't tempt an old man what's never fell yet." "I know all about that, Mr. Woodburn," grinned the bookie. "I got my principles same as them as 'asn't," continued the old man, marching firmly on. "You go and tell that to the Three J's, Mr. Buckland.
He was almost the only watcher who could write, and his eye for a horse's form was phenomenally good. It was in those days that he came into touch with his future employers. With an acute sense for those who could serve them, the Three J's realised at once that this man was on a different level to that of other watchers.
This fact is expressed by saying that the ten J's form a 'tensor. It is not going too far to say that the announcement that physicists would have in future to study the theory of tensors created a veritable panic among them when the verification of Einstein's predictions was first announced.
Silver!" he cried in a kind of ecstasy. "Emmin on you in same as the Psalmist says. But we got to love 'em all the same; else we'll nebber, nebber lead their liddle feet into the way." He coughed, wiped the back of his hand apologetically across his lips, and ended dryly: "Not the Three J's anyway!" The horses were walking round the little group.
One man, a large, powerfully-built fellow, deep-chested, and long- limbed, was occupied in writing, again and again, the name of "J.B. Barrett." He had covered sheet after sheet with the name, looking first at a letter before him, but was still far from satisfied. "Damn a man who will make his 'J's' in such a heathenish way." "Try it again, Wittrock," said one of his companions.
Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls. Rough weather outside. If I threw myself down? Reuben J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and eightpence too much. Hhhhm. It's the droll way he comes out with the things. Knows how to tell a story too. They wheeled lower. Looking for grub. Wait.
"Rogues and rasqueals!" Old Mat would say with one of his deep sighs. "But whatebber should we do without 'em?" For Putnam's the Three J's had always possessed a particular interest. Their stable was at Dewhurst, just behind Arunvah, at the other end of the South Downs.
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