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Roundjacket "very well, sir, turn into a bear as much as you choose; but, for heaven sake, don't become a poetical bear." "There it is again!" "What, sir?" "You are finding fault with the harmless amusement of my leisure hours. It's not very interesting here, if your Honor would please to remember. I have no society none, sir. What can I do but compose?" "You want company?"
Finding himself unable to answer this question, Verty shook his head wisely, got into the saddle, and set forward toward the town, Longears following duly in his wake. Just as the boy left the surburban residence of Miss Redbud, Mr. Roundjacket, who had been writing at his old dusty desk for an hour, raised his head, hearing a knock at the door.
"Yes you will have to teach the new comer office duty." "Who is he?" "An Indian." "What?" "The Indian boy Verty you have seen him, I know." Mr. Roundjacket uttered a prolonged whistle. "There!" cried Mr. Rushton "you are incredulous, like everybody!" "Yes, I am!" "You doubt my ability to capture him?" "Precisely." "Well, sir! we'll see. I have never yet given up what I have once undertaken.
And Roundjacket held up the paper, flourishing his ruler at it in a threatening way. "The paper, sir?" said Verty. "Yes!" "What of it?" "Abomination!" "Oh, sir." "Yes! utter abomination!" "I don't understand, sir." "Mark me!" said Roundjacket. "Yes, sir." "That is the 'Virginia Gazette." "Is it, sir?" "Published at Williamsburg." "I think I've heard of it, sir."
Roundjacket's mind temporarily from his affliction; but his grief soon returned in full force again. "To think it!" he cried, flourishing his ruler, and ready to weep, "to think that after taking all the trouble to disguise my clear running hand, and write as became an author of my standing in hieroglyphics to think that this should be the result of all my trouble." Roundjacket sniffed.
Which words were accompanied by a smile, directed toward Roundjacket. As to Miss Lavinia, she stood aghast at Verty's extraordinary communication, and for some moments could not get words to express her feelings. Finally she said, solemnly "How have you been " "To see Redbud, ma'am?" "Yes." "I've been once," Verty said, "and I'm going again."
"Well, madam, that is but another proof of the fact which I assert." "How, indeed?" "It is on the prosaic and repulsive subject of the Certiorari." And Mr. Roundjacket smiled after such a fashion, that it was not difficult to perceive the small amount of sincerity in this declaration. Miss Lavinia looked puzzled, and fanned herself more solemnly than ever.
"Yes, sir! everything! folly is the matter! crime is the matter! statutory misdemeanor is the matter!" And Roundjacket, overcome with indignation, struck the newspaper a savage blow with his ruler. "I am the victim, sir, of editorial iniquity, and typographical abomination!" "Anan?" said Verty. "I am a victim, sir!" "Yes, you look angry." "I am!" Verty shook his head.
Rushton, with a snap. "In Chancery?" "Yes, sir!" "Mr. Rushton." "Sir?" "Are you in earnest?" "I am, sir." "You distinctly state that you would see my poem consigned to " "Chancery, sir." "Before you would listen to it?" "Yes, sir!" Roundjacket gazed for a moment at the lawyer in a way which expressed volumes.
Roundjacket laughed in his sleeve at his companion's contortions, and on their way back stopped at the barber and surgeon's. This professional gentleman clipped Verty's profuse curls, gathered them together carefully behind, and tied them with a handsome bow of scarlet ribbon. Then he powdered the boy's fine glossy hair, and held a mirror before him. "Oh!
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