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She doesn't want to be one of a crowd hollering out what a nice young man he is. It takes some pluck in a man to stand up to a girl's family, and that's what Jane Tuxton is looking for in Jerry. Take it from one who has studied the sect," says Gentleman, "from John o' Groat's to Land's End, and back again."

"Jane," says Pa Tuxton, "come with me, and leave this ruffian to himself." "Jane," says Jerry, "stop here, and come and lay your head on my shoulder." "Jane," says Pa Tuxton, "do you hear me?" "Jane," says Jerry, "I'm waiting." 'She looks from one to the other for a spell, and then she moves to where Jerry's standing. "I'll stop," she says, sort of quiet. 'And we drifts out.

And then he folds his arms and scowls at us, and we all notice suddenly that he's very big. We look at one another, and we begins to edge towards the door. All except Jane, who's staring at Jerry as if he's a ghost. "Mr Moore," says Pa Tuxton, dignified, "we'll leave you. You're drunk." "I'm not drunk," says Jerry. "I'm in love."

So off we all goes, and pushes our boots in sociable fashion under the Tuxton table. I looked at Miss Jane out of the corner of my eye; and, honest, that chin of hers was sticking out a foot, and Jerry didn't dare look at her. Love's young dream, I muses to myself, how swift it fades when a man has the nature and disposition of a lop-eared rabbit!

Well, this evening he comes up to Jerry just as he's going to sit down, and starts to growl. Old Pa Tuxton looks over his glasses and licks his tongue. "Rover! Rover!" he says, kind of mild. "Naughty Rover; he don't like strangers, I'm afraid."

'Next day Jerry Moore's looking as if he'd only sixpence in the world and had swallowed it. "What's the matter, Jerry?" says Gentleman. Jerry heaves a sigh. "Bailey," he says, "and you, Mr Roach, I expect you both seen how it is with me. I love Miss Jane Tuxton, and you seen for yourselves what transpires. She don't value me, not tuppence." "Say not so," says Gentleman, sympathetic.

"Why, Jerry," I says, but he just scowls at me and I stops. 'Ralph is proud of his clothes, and he isn't going to stand this. He glares at Jerry and Jerry glares at him. "Who do you think you are?" says Ralph, breathing hard. "Button up your coat," says Jerry. "Look 'ere!" says Ralph. "Cover it up, I tell you," says Jerry. "Do you want to blind me?" Pa Tuxton interrupts.

'We was all staring at him surprised, especially Uncle Dick Tuxton, whose particular pet the parrot was. He'd brought him home all the way from some foreign parts. "Hello, Billy!" says the bird, shrugging his shoulders and puffing himself up. "R-r-r-r! R-r-r-r! 'lo, Billy! 'lo, 'lo, 'lo! R-r WAH!" 'Jerry gives its cage a bang. "Don't talk back at me," he says, "or I'll knock your head off.

And then there's a general imbroglio, everyone standing up and the kid hollering and the dog barking. "If you'd brought him up better," says Jerry, severe, to Pa Tuxton, "this wouldn't ever have happened." Pa Tuxton gives a sort of howl. "Mr Moore," he yells, "what is the meaning of this extraordinary behaviour? You come here and strike me child " 'Jerry bangs on the table.

"I was just going to see Miss Tuxton home," he says, sort of wistful. "Excellent," says Gentleman. "We'll come too." And we all goes along. There wasn't much done in the way of conversation. Jerry never was one for pushing out the words; nor was I, when in the presence of the sect; and Miss Jane had her chin in the air, as if she thought me and Gentleman was not needed in any way whatsoever.

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