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Mrs Kenwigs was so overpowered by this supposition, that it needed all the tender attentions of Miss Petowker, of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, to restore her to anything like a state of calmness; not to mention the assiduity of Mr Kenwigs, who held a fat smelling-bottle to his lady's nose, until it became matter of some doubt whether the tears which coursed down her face were the result of feelings or SAL VOLATILE.

Death is but a sleep, you know. Why anticipate a nightmare?" She sighed, slowly awaking as though from some momentary trance. Checking herself on the verge of tears, she rallied, turned the conversation, and finding an excuse for going to the piano, dashed into a waltz. This unnatural gaiety ended, I fancy, in an hysterical fit. I heard her husband afterwards recommending sal volatile.

"And we'll lure them as they swim, eh?" "That's it." "How will we make up?" "You are to became Dudie Dunne. I will become Silly Sal." "And we'll bet on the races?" "We will." "It's a go, Cad. To-morrow we will take in the races and chum for our game." On the following day the two detectives, well gotten up for their "chumming" scheme, started down for the Sheepshead Bay track.

"At present there is probably no family in the Nucleus that doesn't have at least one Id sargh. Many of us have one for every member of the family." Marthasa paused. The tone of his voice changed. "When you've had one almost all your life as I've had Sal Karone it well, it does something to you." "What do you mean?" Cameron asked cautiously.

'Sal, I'm thinking I could manage him, says my mother, with a chuckle. 'How would you set about it? Then my mother would begin to laugh. 'I would find out first if he had a family, and then I would say they were the finest family in London. 'Yes, that is just what you would do, you cunning woman! But if he has no family? 'I would say what great men editors are! 'He would see through you.

Tell me, was it not you that Mr. Gay took under his wing? At the 'Maiden Head, wasn't it?" "Yes. I've much to thank Mr. Gay for and you as well, Mr. Spiller. You and your friends from the market saved me from a clawed face." "Why to be sure. That fury Sal Salisbury had her spurs on. She'd have half killed you but for us coming to the spot at the right time. But, child, what have you been doing?

I guess she won't," said Sal, and planting herself in the doorway as Miss Grundy came up, she asked, "Come you with hostile intentions?" "Out of my way," said Miss Grundy. "I'll teach, that upstart to break things when she's mad." Pushing Sal aside, she entered the kitchen.

Delano poured some cologne on a handkerchief, and bathed her forehead, while she said, "You were excited last night by the tune you used to hear your sister sing; and it makes you nervous, dear." While she was speaking, Mrs. Bright entered the room, saying, "Have you a bottle of sal volatile you can lend me? A lady has come in, who says she is a little faint."

Sal, you needna ask me, I'm just a doited auld stock that never set foot in a club, so it's little I ken about glory. But I may tell you if you bide in London and canna become member of a club, the best you can do is to tie a rope round your neck and slip out of the world. What use are they? Oh, they're terrible useful. You see it doesna do for a man in London to eat his dinner in his lodgings.

These fierce and courageous brutes, for they are both, are very common in the sal jungles; and as I have seen several killed, both in Bhaugulpore and Oudh, I must devote a chapter to the subject. The leopard. How to shoot him. Gallant encounter with a wounded one. Encounter with a leopard in a dak bungalow. Pat shoots two leopards. Effects of the Express bullet.

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