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Smivvle caught his wrist, the bottle crashed splintering to the floor, and they were locked in a fierce grapple. "Beverley my dear fellow go!" panted Mr. Smivvle, "must forgive poor Barry not himself. Go go, I can manage him. Now Barry, do be calm! Go, my dear fellow leave him to me go!"
Ronald Barrymaine, sir." "Ronald Barrymaine," repeated Barnabas, trying the new point of his pen upon his thumb-nail, yet conscious of the speaker's keen glance, none the less. "No, he did not." "Astounding!" exclaimed Mr. Smivvle. "Why so?" "Because my friend Barrymaine was particularly intimate with his Lordship, before he fell among the Jews, dammem!
Smivvle raised an invisible glass, and tossed down its imaginary contents with an expression of much beatitude. "Is he given to that sort of thing?" "Sir," said Mr. Smivvle, "can you blame one who seeks forgetfulness in the flowing bowl and my friend Barry has very much to forget can you blame him?" "No, poor fellow!"
Barnabas sighed, and folding up the crumpled paper, thrust it back into his pocket. "You shall have a week, to make up your mind. You know my address, I think, at least, Mr. Smivvle does." So saying, Barnabas stepped towards the door, but, seeing the look on Barrymaine's face, he stooped very suddenly, and picked up the pistol. Then he unlocked the door and went out, closing it behind him.
"But, axing your pardons, gents, vich on ye might be name o' Barrymaine?" "What do you want with him eh?" demanded Mr. Smivvle, his whiskers growing momentarily more ferocious, "speak out, man!" "Got a letter for 'im leastways it's wrote to 'im," answered the head, "'ere's a B, and a Nay, and a Nar, and another on 'em, and a Vy, that spells Barry, don't it? Then, arter that, comes a M., and a "
Smivvle released his whisker and drawing a much worn purse from his pocket, tendered it to Barnabas. Then, seeing the moisture in Mr. Smivvle's averted eyes, and the drooping dejection of Mr. Smivvle's whiskers, Barnabas took the purse and the hand also, and holding them thus clasped, spoke. "Mr.
But now Peterby, who had been eyeing Mr. Smivvle very much askance, ventured to step forward. "Sir," said he, "may I remind you of your appointment?" "I hadn't forgotten, Peterby; and good day, Mr. Smivvle." "Au revoir, sir, delighted to have had the happiness. If you should chance ever to be in Worcestershire, the Hall is open to you. Good afternoon, sir!"
"Neither, thank you, but you can bring me a bottle of Burgundy and the Gazette." "Burgundy, sir Gazette? Certainly, sir " "And I'm expecting a gentleman here of the name of Smivvle " "Certainly, sir! Burgundy, Gazette, Gent name of Sniffle, yessir! Hanythink else, sir?" "Yes, I should like pens and ink and paper." "Yessir himmediately, sir."
The astounding likeness between you and one who was snatched away in the flower of his youth draws me, sir, draws me most damnably; for I have a heart, sir, a heart why should I disguise it?" Here Mr. Smivvle tapped the third left-hand button of his coat.
Sir, when the blood of a Smivvle is once curdled, it's curdled most damnably, and the heart of a Smivvle, as all the world knows, becomes a an accursed flint, sir." Here Mr. Smivvle shook his head and sighed again. "Though I can't help wondering what the poor fellow will do without me at hand to ah pop round the corner for him.
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