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Lusignan had all at once become prime favorite, and since yesterday he had been currently taken at two to one. "Always fifty to one against," replied Labordette. "The deuce! I'm not worth much," rejoined Nana, amused by the jest. "I don't back myself then; no, by jingo! I don't put a single louis on myself." Labordette went off again in a great hurry, but she recalled him. She wanted some advice.
He says that Jingo pointing to the dog; you remember Jingo the Sealingham she was devoted to him he died last year 'He says that Jingo is a mongrel a throw back. Boyce said he was only teasing her and made pretty apologies. I left it at that. Hit a dog or a horse belonging to Althea, and you hit Althea. That was her way. The incident went out of my mind till this morning. Other incidents, too.
"Look yonder at the roots of the tree. You're a d d smart man for a sheriff, ain't you?" The man uttered an exclamation and spurred his horse forward, but the animal reared in terror. He then sprang to the ground and approached the tree. The shape lay there, a scarcely distinguishable bulk. "A grizzly, by the living Jingo! Shot through the heart." It was true.
When the enemy of mankind uses the word God he commits blasphemy! How different from us!" And raising his eyes from the journal Mr. Lavender fastened them, as it seemed to his anxious listeners, on the tree which sheltered them. "Yes! Those unseen presences, who search out the workings of our heart, know that even the most Jingo among us can say, 'I am not as they are! Come, mooncat!"
Larry's head burrowed out of the tent. "Foxy cooking breakfast," was his cool remark. Then, "Jingo! He's got a fish a regular crackerjack! It's as long as my arm! Ha! there's a breakfast for you!" But Jack was already up and out. "Fine luck I have! Big fish!" smiled Fox-Foot, as fresh and alert as if he had had a night in blankets instead of hours of watchfulness.
"Ah!" said the other, "do you know that old boy in the carriage is worth a hundred thousand pounds to me? There he was asleep, and nobody there but you! But I spared him, because I'm a Conservative in politics." Mr. Wickham, pleased to be in a luggage van, was flitting to and fro like a gentlemanly butterfly. "By Jingo!" he cried, "here's something for you!
"Old Jock" beamed again at this, walking up and down the poop and rubbing his hands and sniffing with his long nose in the air to catch the breeze, as was his wont when the Silver Queen was travelling through the water. "By Jingo, we'll weather 'em yet!" he said to Mr Mackay, who also seemed more relieved in his mind; "we'll weather 'em yet."
"By Jingo!" The man's face was puzzled. He was about to speak again; but at that moment two river-drivers boon companions, who had been hanging about the door urged him to come to the tavern. This distracted him. He laughed, and said that he was coming, and then again, though with less persistency, questioned Roscoe. . "You don't remember me, I suppose?"
"By jingo!" cried Algernon, "my stomach reports that if provision doesn't soon approach why don't you keep a French cook here, Ned? Let's give up the women, and take to a French cook." Edward yawned horribly. "All in good time. It's what we come to. It's philosophy your French cook! I wish I had it, or him. I'm afraid a fellow can't anticipate his years not so lucky!"
"By Jingo, sir!" said he, after a pause and rather long silence, and after he had drained off the last drop of the elixir, with a sigh of gratitude that evidently came from his heart, "you've saved my life this time, and no mistake. I never thought I should taste a drop of good brandy again in this world."
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