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The lieutenant acknowledged and accepted, with a blush and a very low bow, his commanding officer's hospitality; in fact, there was a tendre in the direction of Belmont, and little Puddock had inscribed in his private book many charming stanzas of various lengths and structures, in which the name of 'Gertrude' was of frequent recurrence.
So Aunt Becky's levee went on; and as Homer, in our school-boy ear, sang the mournful truth, that 'as are the generations of the forest leaves so are the succession of men, the Dangerfield efflorescence had no sooner disappeared, and that dry leaf whisked away down the stairs, than Cluffe and Puddock budded forth and bloomed in his place, in the sunshine of Aunt Rebecca's splendid presence.
Nearly opposite Inchicore they fished up an immense dead pig; and Toole said, to his amazement, he found Puddock crying over it, and calling it 'my brother! And this little scene added another very popular novelty to the doctor's stock of convivial monologues.
Though they hardly glanced at the topic to one another, each had his delightful anticipations of the chances of the meeting. Puddock did not value Dangerfield a rush, and Cluffe's mind was pretty easy upon that point from the moment his proposal for Gertrude Chattesworth had taken wind.
And the flowered dressing-gown and ungartered stockings disappeared through the door into the bed-room, from whence they heard a great souse on the bed, and the bedstead gave a dismal groan. 'Is there; is there nothing, doctor for mercy's sake, think doctor, do I conjure you pray think there must be something' urged Puddock, imploringly.
Sturk, leaning at the window with his shoulders to the wall, beckoned Puddock gruffly, and cross-examined him in an undertone as to the issue of O'Flaherty's case.
O'Flaherty felt himself passing under the chill and dismal shadow of death once more, such was the eloquence of Puddock, and so impressible his own nature, as he followed the appeal of his second.
You know Cluffe better than I, and there's a secret about him I never could find out. You have, maybe? 'What's that? lisped Puddock. 'What the deuce Cluffe's good for. 'Oh! tut! We all know Cluffe's a very good fellow. Devereux looked from under his finely pencilled brows with a sad sort of smile at good little Puddock. 'Puddock, says he, 'I'd like to have you write my epitaph.
'Gi' me that, was heard in a vehement whisper from behind the curtains. Puddock understood it, and restored the treasure.
Why, he's at your daughter's feet, cried Aunt Becky, with scarlet cheeks, and flashing eyes; 'and she artful gipsy, has brought him there by positively making love to him. 'Do you wish the young hussy do you to marry Lieutenant Puddock? I should not wonder!
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