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But I pumped it into Bonaparte at the right time when he was goin' round an' round an' undecided whether he'd take holt or git. This settled him he got. The Lord was on the monkey's side, of course, but He needed Gypsy Juice at the right time." Then he showed Ozzie B. how it was done. "So, with yo' hand in yo' pocket so!
Then I hollered out: 'Go it ole, fly-ketcher you're as good for tad-poles as you is for bird-eggs' an' I lit out through the wood." Ozzie B. burst out crying: "Oh, Archie B., do you reckin the po' man got hurt?" Archie B. replied by kicking him in the ribs until he ceased crying. "Say yo' prayers now and go to sleep. I'll kick you m'se'f, but I'll lick anybody else that does it."
He had decided that his duty was to inform Ozzie of the mysterious disappearance of Sissie as quickly as possible; and, as Ozzie's theatrical day was not supposed to begin until noon, he hoped to catch him before his departure to the beck and call of the mighty Asprey Chown.
He must know a good deal about the job by this time." Sissie shook her delicious head. "No, that would be plutocratic. And you see I've only just married Ozzie. I don't know anything about him yet. When I do, I shall come and talk to you. While you're waiting I wish you'd give me some crockery. One breakfast cup isn't quite enough for two people, after the first day.
The ladies would not go; the ladies feared, they said, to impose their company upon Miss Fiddle in the tremendous strain of her activities. They spoke primly and decisively. It was true that they feared; but their fear was based on consideration for themselves rather than on consideration for Miss Fiddle. Ozzie was plainly snubbed. He had offered a wonderful privilege, and it had been disdained.
Prohack was again visited by a doubt whether the fellow was after all the perfectly silly ass which he was reputed to be. In the lift, Lady Massulam having offered her final adieux, Ozzie opened up to Mrs. Prohack the subject of an organisation called the United League of all the Arts. Mr. Prohack would not listen to this. He hated leagues, and especially leagues of arts.
"Don't wanter see me go an' git even with the man that's jus' licked you for nuthin'?" "No oo no " sobbed Ozzie B. "Paw says leave leave that for the Lord." "Tarnashun!" said Archie B., spitting on the ground, disgustedly , "too much relig'un is a dang'us thing. You've got all of paw's relig'un an' maw's brains, an' that's 'nuff said."
And I'm exceedingly angry with you and I'm suffering from a sense of outrage, and I should not be at all surprised if all is over between us. The thing amounts to a scandal, and the worst of it is that no satisfactory explanation of it can ever be given to the world. If your Ozzie is up, produce him, and I'll talk to him as he's never been talked to before.
"You needn't," she spluttered. "It's not Ozzie's wedding. It's mine. You fix your own date, dearest, and leave Ozzie to me, Ozzie's only function at my wedding is to be indispensable." And still laughing in the most crude and shocking way she ran on her uneven feet out of the room, leaving the shoe behind on the hearth-rug to prove that she really existed and was not a hallucination.
"The fact is," said Ozzie, obeying, "the fact is that I've come to see you about Sissie. I'm very anxious to marry her, Mr. Prohack." "Indeed! Then you must excuse this old velvet coat. If I'd had notice of the solemnity of your visit, my dear Morfey, I'd have met you in a dinner jacket. May I just put one question? Have you kissed Sissie already?" "I er have." "By force or by mutual agreement?"
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