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'Indeed, replied Sponge, now passing on into Mogg's Cab Fares 'Aldersgate Street, Hare Court, to or from Bagnigge Wells, and so on, when Facey struck up the most squeaking, discordant, broken-winded 'Jump Jim Crow' that ever was heard, making the sensitive Sponge shudder, and setting all his teeth on edge.
"Can't say I have, Shorty." His tone was humble; gone was the pathetic arrogance that had been the pride of Mogg's; in its place the beginnings of the realisation of his utter futility had come, coupled with a profound hero worship for the man who had condescended to notice him. "When are you going to teach me that sniping game?"
Mogg's had faded into the limbo of forgotten things; his horizon consisted of a foetid shell hole, a panting, writhing Hun fighting for his life in the darkness of the night, a cracking arm and then . . . His imagination never took him beyond that point. Sufficient of the old Adam of gentility still remained to prevent him picturing the final tableau.
Mogg's ample wife. He grinned again as he thought of Mogg's. Once more they were advancing again over the other side of the trench: the moppers-up would attend to the piscatorial gentleman. Our friend was better now very much better; he felt more sure of himself; in fact, absolutely sure of himself. In addition he was beginning to get excited. And then a machine gun opened fire.
Had they had the teaching well, listen to the story of this very superior young "gentleman," one time deputy chief stomach bender of Mogg's Mammoth Millinery Emporium terms. Strictly Cash. What the sub deputy chief waistcoat creaser will say if he reads these words I shudder to think. You see, the very superior young "gentleman" was so genteel.
'Dizzey's Life of Bentinck, then, I dare say, suggested Jawleyford; adding, 'I'm reading it myself. 'No, nor that either, replied Sponge, with a knowing look; 'a much more useful work, I assure you, added he, pulling the little purple-backed volume out of his pocket, and reading the gilt letters on the back: 'Mogg's Ten Thousand Cab Fares. Price one shilling! 'Indeed, exclaimed Mr.
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