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A famous peripety of the romantic order occurs in H.M.S. Pinafore, where, on the discovery that Captain Corcoran and Ralph Rackstraw have been changed at birth, Ralph instantly becomes captain of the ship, while the captain declines into an able-bodied seaman. This is one of the instances in which the idealism of art ekes out the imperfections of reality.
Sighting Mr Rackstraw, he addressed himself joyously to the task of rubbing the thing in. Mr Rackstraw listened in silent anguish. 'If we had had Jones he said at length. 'That's what they all say, whooped Mr Dodson, 'Jones! Who's Jones? 'If we had had Jones, we should have He paused. An idea had flashed upon his overwrought mind. 'Dodson, he said, 'look here.
Because the lids thereof were like the lids of plate-chests. However, before he went off very sound asleep so sound you might have took him for a image he heard what passed between Uncle Moses and Michael, whose name has been spelt herein so that you should think of it as Sapps Court did; but its correct form is Rackstraw.
It is enough to say that Clarence had reached a level of emotional eloquence rarely met with among goal-keepers of the First League, when Isabel broke from him with a startled exclamation, and vanished; and, looking over his shoulder, Clarence observed Mr Daniel Rackstraw moving towards him. It was evident from the millionaire's demeanour that he had seen nothing.
Tresillian. I am the younger son of the Earl of Runnymede. To a man of your political views 'Nonsense, nonsense, said Mr Rackstraw. 'What are political views compared with the chance of getting a goal-keeper like you into the family? I remember Isabel saying something to me about you, but I didn't know who you were then.
This man belonged to the comparatively small class of those who have football on the cerebrum. Fate had made Daniel Rackstraw a millionaire and a Radical, but at heart he was a spectator of football. He never missed a match. His library of football literature was the finest in the country. His football museum had but one equal, that of Mr Jacob Dodson, of Manchester.
Then of the Harlequin's Head boys: there was Jack Rackstraw, who knew of a pair of horses which the Colonel must buy; Tom Fleet, whose satirical paper, The Swell, wanted but two hundred pounds of capital to be worth a thousand a year to any man "with such a power and influence, Colonel, you rogue, and the entree of the green-rooms in London," Tom urged; whilst little Moss Abiams entreated the Colonel not to listen to these absurd fellows with their humbugging speculations, but to invest his money in some good bills which Moss could get for him, and which would return him fifty per cent as safe as the Bank of England.
Between them the two had cornered, at enormous expense, the curio market of the game. It was Rackstraw who had secured the authentic pair of boots in which Bloomer had first played for England; but it was Dodson who possessed the painted india-rubber ball used by Meredith when a boy probably the first thing except a nurse ever kicked by that talented foot.
But it was too Impressionist. "I suppose 'cop' means capture?" said she. "That's it," said Sister Nora. "I think I know who Michael is. He's Michael Rackstraw, a boy. Dave's Uncle had a bad impression of him said he would live to be hanged at an early date. He wouldn't be surprised to hear that that young Micky had been pinched, any minute.
Mr Rackstraw emitted another of those laughs. 'Well, he said, 'it's off. You can take that as coming from an authoritative source. No wedding-bells for you. Clarence drew himself up, fire flashing from his eyes and a bitter smile curving his expressive lips. 'And no Meredith ball for you! he cried. Mr Rackstraw started as if some strong hand had plunged an auger into him. 'What? he shouted.
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