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I didn't know that was his name, though. He was christened Jabberjee after the trouble, by a learned Limehouse schoolboy, who wore spectacles. Do I make myself clear?" I murmured that I was a little dense, but time might carry out improvements. Hammond was talking on, though, without looking at me. "There the Lascar was. Lots of 'em about here, you know.
What took my eye was an old Chinese bowl, because inside it was a little jade idol a fearful little wretch, with mother-o'-pearl eyes. It would squat in your thoughts like a toad, that idol eh, where does Jabberjee come in? Well, here he comes. "I didn't know he was coming at all, you understand. I shouldn't have jumped more if the idol had winked at me. "There stood Jabberjee.
Occasionally a missionary from the studios of Hempstead or Chelsea goes down to sort out Hammond from his surroundings, and to look him over for damage, when found. "Did I ever tell you about Jabberjee?" Hammond asked me that afternoon. No, he hadn't.
The soft and fascinating beams of the simper, to quote Mr Jabberjee once more, had not yet faded from the act. A well-chosen word or two from the Headmagisterial lips put a premature end to the football match, and Charteris was proceeding on his way when the Headmaster called him. He stopped. The Headmaster was angry.
Such being the case, it must never be forgotten that he is the product, in every sense of the word, of British modes of purely secular education. Modes which, eminently at the present time, are being gravely called in question. All of which has been more lately elaborated by "F. Anstey," i.e. Mr. Thomas Anstey Guthrie, in the persons of "Baboo Jabberjee, B.A." and "A Bayard from Bengal."
"The Hindoo was now nearly hysterical, and the kiddies were picking up his language fast. 'Now then, old Jabberjee, said one nipper in spectacles. The crowd was laughing, and surging towards the police. I managed to edge out of it. "'What's the trouble? I asked a carman. "'You see that P. and O. Johnny? he said.
He abandoned sarcasm and condescended to direct inquiry. 'Where were you yesterday afternoon? he said. The Bishop, like Mr Hurry Bungsho Jabberjee, B.A., became at once the silent tomb. 'Where were you yesterday afternoon? 'I can't say, sir. These words may convey two meanings. They may imply ignorance, in which case the speaker should be led gently off to the nearest asylum.
Not being a prefect, it would have been officious in him to have stopped the game. So he was passing on with what Mr Hurry Bungsho Jabberjee, B.A., would have termed a beaming simper of indescribable suavity, when a member of one of the opposing teams, in effecting a G. O. Smithian dribble, cannoned into him.
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