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"I think Donna Inez and Lucy would be annoyed to hear themselves called muttons," laughed Archie, and the two men left the room. The night was darker than ever, and a fine rain was falling incessantly. When they left the dimly lighted archway of the fort through the smaller, gate set in the larger one they stepped into midnight blackness such as must have been spread over the land of Egypt.
"Not a bit more trouble. It is quite as easy to suppose there aren't, as to suppose there are. I don't mind. But to return to our muttons. I really do esteem our Carter in anticipation. It occurs to me he yet may grow peaches as big as my head, and then what a time we'll 'ave, eh? Eating fruit is my forte," says Mr. Browne, with unction. "So it is," says Dulce.
Tottie Coughdrop played the principal part but a merciful Providence gave me a cold in the head so I couldn't hear what she said! Voila! tout fromage de Brie! To my mind Tottie looked like one of yesterday's ham sandwiches, and a 'gent' sitting near me said she was all to the mustard, so you see great minds run in the same channel oh! la, la, la! But to return to our muttons.
I don't suppose we need pistols." Sir Frank laughed, as, aided by the artist, he struggled into his military greatcoat. "I don't suppose that Mrs. Jasher will be dangerous," he remarked. "We'll get what we can out of her, and then arrange what is best to be done to recoup her fallen fortunes. Then she can go where she chooses, and we can, as the French say return to our muttons."
There were butchers' shops, too, of a class adapted to the neighborhood, presenting no such generously fattened carcasses as Englishmen love to gaze at in the market, no stupendous halves of mighty beeves, no dead hogs or muttons ornamented with carved bas-reliefs of fat on their ribs and shoulders, in a peculiarly British style of art, not these, but bits and gobbets of lean meat, selvages snipt off from steaks, tough and stringy morsels, bare bones smitten away from joints by the cleaver, tripe, liver, bullocks' feet, or whatever else was cheapest and divisible into the smallest lots.
"Most sapient Bobb," said Crocker, "you seem to be unaware that one young fellow, who is Roden, happens to be the peculiarly intimate friend of the other fellow, who is the Earl of Hampstead. Therefore the law, as so clearly laid down by yourself, has not been infringed. To return to our muttons, as the Frenchman says, what sort of lunch does his lordship eat?"
John me; and a great abstraction on whose wide shoulders I like to lay the mountains of blame they were sculptured to bear: me and Fate." "'Me' must take better care in future," said Dr. John smiling, I suppose, at my bad grammar. "Change of air change of scene; those are my prescriptions," pursued the practical young doctor. "But to return to our muttons, Lucy. "No, Dr.
Marsden, Aunt Jennie," said the girl, gently drawing her back to the muttons, "we'll make lots more money than she some day. So you gave him the room, then?" "Yes, the room known as the third hall back. A small, neat, economical room, entirely suitable for a single gentleman.
The sharpest heads in our big metropolis are those who know this, and who act accordingly." "Then why don't you act accordingly?" asked Errington, with a faint smile. "Oh, I? I can't! I never asked a favor from the Press in my life but its little bell has tinkled for me all the same, and a few of the muttons follow, but not all. Are you off?" this, as they rose to take their leave.
He jus' hauled it off th' way ye'd haul off a porous plasther, raked off th' whole iv Muttons's fr-ront ilivation. 'I like ye'er face, he says, an' took it. An' all this time, an' 'twas fifty year ago, Muttons hasn't had a face to shave. Ne'er a one.
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