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We obeyed Pallant to the extent of slipping into The Bun a wary paragraph about cows lying down and dripping at the mouth, which might be read either as an unkind libel or, in the hands of a capable lawyer, as a piece of faithful nature-study. 'And besides, said Ollyett, 'we allude to "gravid polled Angus." I am advised that no action can lie in respect of virgin Shorthorns.
'I don't dive after Dickens, said Ollyett to Bat and me by the window, 'but every time I get into a row I notice the police-court always fills up with his characters. 'I've noticed that too, said Bat. 'But the odd thing is you mustn't give the public straight Dickens not in My business. I wonder why that is.
The telephones presently reassured him. 'It'll do, said he. 'And he said my home address was Jerusalem. He left me humming the refrain of 'The Holy City. Like Ollyett I found myself afraid of that man.
When we were dismissed to the tune of twenty-three pounds, twelve shillings and sixpence we waited for Pallant to join us, while we listened to the next case one of driving without a licence. Ollyett with an eye to his evening paper, had already taken very full notes of our own, but we did not wish to seem prejudiced. 'It's all right, said the reporter of the local paper soothingly.
And I'm Bat Masquerier, he went on. He dropped his chin in his fists and scowled straight in front of him.... 'I made the Silhouettes I made the Trefoil and the Jocunda. I made 'Dal Benzaguen. Here Ollyett sat straight up, for in common with the youth of that year he worshipped Miss Vidal Benzaguen of the Trefoil immensely and unreservedly.
'What am I supposed to do with it? asked Woodhouse. 'You give it to the Victoria and Albert Museum. It is fourteenth-century work all right. You can trust me. 'Is it worth it now? said Pallant. 'Not that I'm weakening, but merely as a matter of tactics? 'But this is true, said Ollyett. 'Besides, it is my hobby, I always wanted to be an architect. I'll attend to it myself.
'Properly handled this ought to be a godsend for our side. He withdrew without apology. 'Certainly, this thing keeps on opening up, and up, I remarked inanely. 'It's beyond me! said Bat. 'I don't think if I'd known I'd have ever ... Yes, I would, though. He said my home address was 'It was his tone his tone! Ollyett almost shouted. Woodhouse said nothing, but his face whitened as he brooded.
He had also, that very hour, planted me with a large block of the evening paper's common shares, and was explaining the whole art of editorship to Ollyett, a young man three years from Oxford, with coir-matting-coloured hair and a face harshly modelled by harsh experiences, who, I understood, was assisting in the new venture.
We had thought it best to drop the paragraph out of the later ones. He would have continued, but something in a grey frock-coat roared and bounded on a bench opposite, and waved another Bun. It was Sir Thomas Ingell. 'As the owner of the herd so dastardly implicated His voice was drowned in shouts of 'Order! the Irish leading. 'What's wrong? I asked Ollyett.
'The whole press is on the buckle from end to end. Even Woodhouse was a little astonished at the ease with which it had come about, and said as much. 'Rot! said Ollyett. 'We haven't really begun. Huckley isn't news yet. 'What do you mean? said Woodhouse, who had grown to have great respect for his young but by no means distant connection. 'Mean?
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