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'If you are Captain Shandy's servant, said he, 'you must present my thanks to your master, with my little boy's thanks along with them, for his courtesy to me: if he was of Leven's, said the Lieutenant, I told him your honour was. 'Then, said he, 'I served three campaigns with him in Flanders, and remember him; but 'tis most likely that he remembers nothing of me.
But that literary shortcomings were not, in fact, the cause of Tristram's declining popularity may be confidently inferred from the fact that the seventh volume, with its admirably vivid and spirited scenes of Continental travel, and the eighth and ninth, with their charming narrative of Captain Shandy's love affair, were but slightly more successful.
"I believe that Shandy you speak of is a lying little scoundrel. I have an idea that he wrote me a note, a wretched scrawl, once. Wait, I've got it in my pocket; I meant to speak to you about it before." Crane drew from the inner pocket of his coat a leather case, and after a search found Shandy's unsigned letter, and passed it over to the Trainer. "It's dollars to doughnuts Shandy wrote it.
"Spakin' of ancestors," Barry began, "I'd loike to bet " "I'd like to bet," broke in Welty, "that your own ancestry leads directly to the Shandy family." There was a general laugh, which Barry, whose nose was as flat as any Shandy's could have been but who had never read Sterne, did not understand. "What did he mane?" Barry asked a friend. The friend told him to read "Tristram Shandy."
Haywood, like Tristram Shandy's mother, enjoyed the privilege of coming to town only on certain interesting occasions, are questions which curious research fails to satisfy. At any rate, one of the two children assigned to her by tradition was born, as we have seen, in London.
The corner table in question was the favourite meeting place of a group of young men of the G. Selden type, who usually took possession of it at dinner time having decided that Shandy's supplied more decent food for fifty cents, or even for twenty-five, than was to be found at other places of its order.
This, however, to the frequenters of Shandy's, was the usual accompaniment of every-day New York life and was regarded as a rather cheerful sort of thing. This evening the four claimants of the favourite corner table had met together earlier than usual.
He pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket, held it in front of Shandy's eyes, and said: "What did you write that letter for?" The boy stared in blank amazement. He trembled with fear; it was the warning note he had sent to Crane. "Now if I was to show that to Faust he'd put a pug on to do you up, see? I wouldn't give three cents for your carcass after they'd finished with you."
It advanced between mouthfuls, questions being asked and details given in answers. Shandy's became more crowded, as the hour advanced. People all over the room cast interested looks at the party at the corner table, enjoying itself so hugely. Groups sitting at the tables nearest to it found themselves excited by the things they heard.
At the first sound of blows Allis had started angrily toward Diablo's box. She was at the door when Shandy's cry of terror rang out. For an instant the girl hesitated; what she saw was enough to make a strong man quail.
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