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You've been getting the better of some-body, I know." Mr. Smith gasped and, eyeing him wickedly, strove hard to recover his self-possession. "I'm all right, sir," he said, in a thin voice. "I'm glad to see you're looking a trifle better, sir." "Oh, I'm quite right, now," said the other, with a genial smile at the fermenting Mr. Kybird. "I'm as well as ever I was.
Suppose I was to merry some-body whan ye was awa pruvin to yersel, and a' the lave 'at never misdoobted ye, 'at ye was a brave man what wud ye du whan ye cam hame? 'Naething o' mortal guid! Tak to the drink, maybe. 'Ye tell me that! and ye think, wi' my een open to ken 'at ye say true, I wud merry ye? a man like you!
The side that got him got the best speller in the school. Sometimes the little fellow would go to sleep. When it came his turn to spell, some-body would wake him up. He would rub his eyes, and spell the word. He would spell it right, too. When he was four or five years old, he would lie under a tree, and read. He would lie there, and forget all about his dinner or his supper.
"If you could only do something daring," he murmured; "half-kill some-body, or save somebody's life, and let her see you do it. Couldn't you dive off the quay and save some-body's life from drowning?" "Yes, I could," said Blundell, "if somebody would only tumble in." "You might pretend that you thought you saw somebody drowning," suggested Mr. Turnbull. "And be laughed at," said Mr.
Oh-h, some-body coming!" cried Una, at that moment, so that the man started up, with a heyday exclamation and tumbled back, a wreck of groans. For it was not his son. Neither was it the long-coated figure of the chauffeur, at sight of which each girl would have passionately hugged herself if not him. But it was a messenger whom Andrew had sent.
All of 'em hung back and looked at each other; they all seemed to think they'd 'ave a better chance when there wasn't so many numbers left in the bag. "Come on," ses Smith, the landlord. "Some-body must be fust." "Go on, George Kettle," ses Bob Pretty. "You're sure to win. I 'ad a dream you did." "Go on yourself," ses George.
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