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Puddock's plump panic-stricken little face, and staring eye-balls, were approached close to the writhing features of his redoubted principal as I think I have seen honest Sancho Panza's, in one of Tony Johannot's sketches, to that of the prostrate Knight of the Rueful Countenance. 'I wish to Heaven I had thwallowed it myself it'th dreadful what ith to be are you eathier I think you're eathier.
He had his own opinion about his progress with Aunt Rebecca, who had come to like his conversation, and talked with him a great deal about Puddock, and always with acerbity; Cluffe, who was a sort of patron of Puddock's, always, to do him justice, defended him respectfully.
There is always some one bright particular star to whom, even as they look on their own handsome features in the mirror, their adoration is paid. Puddock's shoe-buckles flashed for Gertrude Chattesworth, as he turned out his toes. For her his cravat received its last careless touch his ruffles shook themselves, and fell in rich elegance about his plump little hands.
'And, now I think of it it could not be that Puddock, you know, would not suffer the priest to sit in the same coach with such a design Puddock's a good officer, eh! and knows his duty. A few hours afterwards, General Chattesworth, having just dismounted outside the Artillery barracks, to his surprise, met Puddock and O'Flaherty walking leisurely in the street of Chapelizod.
In reply, Cluffe cursed that instrument through his teeth, with positive fury, and its owner; and, indeed, he was so incensed at this unfeeling request, that if he had known where it was, I think he would have gone nigh to smash it on Puddock's head, or at least, like the 'Minstrel Boy, to tear its chords asunder; for Cluffe was hot, especially when he was frightened.
Syne, upon a suddenty, and wi' the ae dreidfu' skelloch, Tod sprang up frae his hinderlands and fell forrit on the wab, a bluidy corp. When the corp was examined the leid draps hadna played buff upon the warlock's body; sorrow a leid drap was to be fund; but there was grandfaither's siller tester in the puddock's heart of him.
And the lieutenant's voice rose again; and she said 'What a fool I've been! which was again lost in Puddock's accents; and the drawing-room door opened, and Aunt Rebecca ran up stairs, with her handkerchief to her red nose and eyes, and slammed her bed-room door after her like a boarding-school miss.
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