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Ascertaining it, she threw him off at once perhaps without sufficient compunction. "I'll cut that cock's comb before I have done with him," said M'Gabbery to his friend Mr. Cruse, as they rode up towards St. Stephen's gate together, the rest of the cavalcade following them.
Cruse, as being a clergyman, was of course not a fighting man. "I shouldn't take any notice of him," said he; "nor, indeed, of her either; I do not think she is worth it." "Oh, it isn't about that," said M'Gabbery. "They were two women together, and I therefore was inclined to show them some attention. You know how those things go on.
"They're gentlemanlike men," said Sir Lionel; "very. One can't expect, you know, that every one should set the Thames on fire." "Cruse won't do that, at any rate," put in Mr. Pott. "But Mr. M'Gabbery perhaps may," suggested George. "At any rate, he made a little blaze just now at the brook above."
Cruse is always wanting boiled vegetables, and M'Gabbery can't eat without a regular knife and fork. Give me a pilau and a bit of bread, and I can make a capital dinner without anything to help me but my own fingers." "Cruse isn't a bad kind of coach," said young Pott. "He never interferes with a fellow. His only fault is that he's so spoony about women."
That was the one which fell off the camel near the Temple of Dagon." Poor Mr. M'Gabbery! that ride through the desert was an oasis in his otherwise somewhat barren life, never to be forgotten. "I am the sinner, Miss Waddington," said George, at last, "and on me let the punishment fall.
"Talking of recollections, that journey will certainly be among the sunniest of my life's memories," said Mr. M'Gabbery. "It was sunny, certainly," said Miss Waddington; for the heat of the desert had been oppressive. "Ah! and so sweet! That encamping in your own tent; preparing your own meals; having everything, as it were, within yourself. Civilized life has nothing to offer equal to that.
She did not on this occasion marry Sir Lionel, nor did she even have the satisfaction of knowing that her friends accused her of wishing to do so. Miss Todd had her weak points, but taking her as a whole, and striking the balance between good and bad, I do not care how soon we may meet her again. To her friends also we may bid adieu. Mr. M'Gabbery did not die of love. Mr.
He was no sooner there, however, than George Bertram jumped in almost upon him, and hitherto he had not had an opportunity of touching Miss Waddington's glove. But now it seemed that fortune was to reward him. "Good heavens!" cried Mr. M'Gabbery, as he dashed boldly into the flood, thereby splashing the water well up into Caroline's face.
Of course any young lady would take advantage of such an unguarded moment to get into some catastrophe. Alas! and again alas! Unfortunately, Mr. M'Gabbery had been the first to descend to the pool.
"I never knew them," said she. "But I have found an aunt's do nearly as well." "A grandmother's are not bad," said Bertram, looking very grave. "I can never think of my mother without emotion," continued Mr. M'Gabbery. "I remember, as though it were yesterday, when I first stood at her knee, with a picture-book on her lap before me.
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