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Updated: May 19, 2025
'Oh, it is hard, Ursula! But I would not let her talk any more about it, for I was afraid I was breaking down and might make a goose of myself: so I spoke of Eric, and told her that I had written to Joe Muggins without success, and soon turned her thoughts into another channel. It was soon after this that Uncle Max came home. I met Mr.
Afterwards," replies the Riding-Master and sends the Rough-Riding Corporal for the backboard dread instrument of equestrian persuasion. Muggins is forcibly mounted, put in the lunging ring and sent round and round till he throws himself off at full gallop and lies crying and sobbing like a child utterly broken.
Suddenly Muggins exclaimed "I do b'lieve it's " He paused. "Sure, it's the nigger och! av it isn't Bunco!" cried Larry. Bunco it was, sure enough, and the moment he perceived that he was recognised, he discarded all precaution, walked boldly into the encampment, and shook them all heartily by the hand.
We will not drag the reader through every step of the rough and adventurous journey which was accomplished by our travellers in the succeeding week, during which they became so familiar with tigers, that Muggins thought no more of their roaring than he did of the mewing of cats, while Larry actually got the length of kicking the "sarpints" out of his way, although he did express his conviction, now and then, that the "counthry wos mightily in want of a visit from Saint Patrick."
"No, ye spalpeen, it's not," said Larry, continuing to press down the precious weed, "owld Bob had it last, an' ivery wan knows that I come after him." "It's the first time I ever heard ye admit that you comed after anybody," answered Muggins with a grin; "ye ginerally go before us all at least ye want to."
Later on the little boy had gone downstairs for dinner, for the first time since he had been ill. Everything there had looked very strange to him, and as if he had not seen it for years. He had felt just as well as ever until he tried to chase the cat, Muggins, down the hall, and then his legs had given way in a funny, weak fashion that made him laugh.
"Well, wot have 'ee bin thinkin', lad?" said Muggins, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his coat and wishing for more food but wishing in vain, for he had finished his allowance "you're a good deal given to thinkin', but there's not much ever comes on it, 'xcept wind in the shape o' words."
Indeed, with his hostess gone he no longer made any pretence of concealing his interest in the other table. I saw him catch the eye of the Mixer and astonishingly intercepted from her a swift but most egregious wink. "One moment," said his lordship to the host. "Must pay my respects to the dowager, what, what! Jolly old muggins, yes!" And he was gone.
Seen it on the map! Huck Finn, did you reckon the States was the same color out-of-doors as they are on the map?" "Tom Sawyer, what's a map for? Ain't it to learn you facts?" "Of course." "Well, then, how's it going to do that if it tells lies? That's what I want to know." "Shucks, you muggins! It don't tell lies." "It don't, don't it?" "No, it don't."
Even then he thought of that day when he had waked up the sleepy Muggins to take away the beautiful unknown lady. He felt he must be quick about his leave-taking, or he would break down. "You have been very good to me. I I shall never forget it," he murmured as he shook hands with Mrs. Ambrose. "And you, too, sir " he added turning to the vicar.
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