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Ve but hasten t'e process, as t'e chemist hastens fermentation; Nature constructs, she does not adapt or alter or modify. Ve produce beauty by Nature's own met'od. V'y not hereditary?" I had made up my mind. "I'll do it," I cried, no longer able to resist, for the fever of it was in my blood. "You shall make your attempt on me! It can do no harm.
"I valued the watch greatly, because it was given me by a very good friend," said Barnabas, sighing again. "Walleyed it, hey?" exclaimed Mr. Shrig, "walleyed it, sir? v'y then, 'ere it be!" and from a capacious side-pocket he produced Natty Bell's great watch, seals and all. "Why !" exclaimed Barnabas, staring. "Also your purse, sir, not forgetting the sparkler." Mr.
"V'y, I means scragged, sir," answered the man, his roving eye glancing continually up and down the alley, "I means 'anged, sir, Lord love you, it's in 'is face never see a more promising mug, consequent, I 've got Vistlin' Dick down in my little book 'ere, along vith a lot of other promising vuns." "But why in your book?"
"Then perhaps I had better be going?" said he. "Going, sir? and for v'y?" "That you may be more private, and talk more freely." "Sir," said Mr. Shrig. "I knows v'en to speak and v'en not. My eyes tells me who I can trust and who not. And, sir, I've took to you, and so's the Corp, ain't you, Dick?" "Yes, sir," said the giant diffidently. "Sir," pursued Mr.
"Because it ain't much pertection ag'in windictiveness in the shape of a bludgeon, shall ve say, and as for a brick v'y, Lord! And theer's an uncommon lot of windictiveness about to-night; it's a-vaiting for you as you might say round the corner." "Really, Mr. Shrig, I'm afraid I don't understand you."
"Fi' t'ousan' tollaire!" he exclaimed, as the Justice fixed his bail, blending both his French and his German accent with strict impartiality, "V'y you not make him den, dwenty, a huntret t'ousandt!" A penniless prisoner in the Tombs is not an object of much consideration, as Tulitz discovered to his profound disgust.
"Yes, of course," answered Barnabas, "the appointment is for seven-thirty." "Seven-thirty!" nodded Mr. Shrig, "and a werry nice time for it too! Sunset, it'll be about a good light and not too long to vait till dark! Yes, seven-thirty's a werry good time for it!" "For what?" "V'y," said Mr. Shrig, lowering his voice suddenly, "let's say for 'it'!" "'It," repeated Barnabas, staring.
"And you say you think you know who the murderer is?" "V-y no, sir, from conclusions as I've drawed I'm sure and sartin 'oo did the deed. But come, sir, vot do you say to a glass o' the Vun and Only, to drink a quick despatch to the guilty party?" But the clock striking eight, Barnabas shook his head and rose. "Thank you, but I must be going," said he. "V'y if you must, you must," sighed Mr.
Shrig, as the big Corporal having selected divers bottles from his precise array, took himself off to concoct a jorum of the One and Only "now sir, what do you think o' my pal Corporal Dick?" "A splendid fellow!" said Barnabas. "'E is that, sir, so 'e is, a giant, eh sir?" "A giant, yes, and handsome too!" said Barnabas. "V'y you're a sizable cove yourself, sir," nodded Mr.
What was the end of it?" "V'y, that's the end on it." "But it isn't; you haven't told us what happened after he got down. What became of him after?" "Took the 'Ring o' Bells, out Islington vay, an' drank hisself to death all quite nat'ral and reg'lar." "But that's not the end of your story." "It vere the end o' my feyther though an' a werry good end it vere, too."
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