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"It may be distinctly in your favour that Raggles loathes the real Roxbury. He growls every time that Roxy kisses Edith." "Has he ever bitten Roxy for it?" "No," dubiously, "but Roxy has had to kick him on several occasions." "How very tiresome, to kick and kiss at the same time." "Raggles is very jealous, you understand." "That's more than I can say for dear old Roxy.
His heart yearned for the clap of Pittsburg's sooty hand on his shoulder; for Chicago's menacing but social yawp in his ear; for the pale and eleemosynary stare through the Bostonian eyeglass even for the precipitate but unmalicious boot-toe of Louisville or St. Louis. On Broadway Raggles, successful suitor of many cities, stood, bashful, like any country swain.
Raggles then retired and personally undertook the superintendence of the small shop and the greens. He added milk and cream, eggs and country-fed pork to his stores, contenting himself whilst other retired butlers were vending spirits in public houses, by dealing in the simplest country produce.
He had no thought, of course, that in the mean time she might be duped into paying a bribe to the guard. Not only was he direfully cursing the trio, but also the addlepated Medcroft and his own addlepated self. It is to be feared that he had harsh thoughts of all the Medcrofts, as far down as Raggles.
He had been in there an hour when the attendants heard sounds of conflict. Upon investigation they found that Raggles had assaulted and damaged a brother convalescent a glowering transient whom a freight train collision had sent in to be patched up. "What's all this about?" inquired the head nurse. "He was runnin' down me town," said Raggles. "What town?" asked the nurse.
Without money as a poet should be but with the ardor of an astronomer discovering a new star in the chorus of the milky way, or a man who has seen ink suddenly flow from his fountain pen, Raggles wandered into the great city. Late in the afternoon he drew out of the roar and commotion with a look of dumb terror on his countenance. He was defeated, puzzled, discomfited, frightened.
"Weary Raggles: 'Say, Ragsy, w'y don't you ask 'em for something to eat in dat house. Is you afraid of de dog?" "Ragsy Reagan: 'No, I a-i-n-t 'fraid of the dog, but me pants is frayed of him." "Ha, ha, ha say, Anna, that's the funniest thing I ever did see. The tramp wasn't frayed of him, but his pants was 'fraid of him. Gee, ain't that a funny joke?
He is never in his ground except when his wicket is down. Nothing in the whole game so trying to boys. He has stolen three byes in the first ten minutes, and Jack Raggles is furious, and begins throwing over savagely to the farther wicket, until he is sternly stopped by the captain.
"It will be fought on Tariff Reform, about which I know nothing," I objected. "I know everything," he declared. "I'll see you through. You must buck up a bit, Simon, and get your name better known about the country. And this brings me to my news. I was talking to Raggles the other day he dropped a hint, and Raggles's hints are jolly well worth while picking up.
Indeed Raggles thought there was no such palace in all the world, and no such august family. As luck would have it, Raggles' house in Curzon Street was to let when Rawdon and his wife returned to London. The Colonel knew it and its owner quite well; the latter's connection with the Crawley family had been kept up constantly, for Raggles helped Mr. Bowls whenever Miss Crawley received friends.
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