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For a moment Jasmine stood looking out, greatly moved, she scarcely knew why, by this little incident of the night, and then suddenly the starlight seemed to draw round the patient animal standing at attention, as it were. Then she saw it was a grey horse. Its owner, as Corporal Shorter predicted, had come to see "Old Gunter," ere he went upon another expedition of duty.
"I request that you'll favor me with your card, Sir," said Mr. Noddy. "I'll do nothing of the kind, Sir," replied Mr. Gunter. "Why not, Sir?" inquired Mr. Noddy. "Because you'll stick it up over your chimney-piece, and delude your visitors into the false belief that a gentleman had been to see you, Sir," replied Mr. Gunter. "Sir, a friend of mine shall wait on you in the morning," said Mr. Noddy.
"Take a drop just by way of a medicine to keep you awake and tide you over this bout; and, by good luck, your man Gunter has some grog left in that bottle he got yesterday from the Coper." "Billy," said David, in a quiet voice, without deigning a reply to his foe, "Billy, my lad, you fetch me a pot o' coffee or tea whatever's ready, an' let it be hot."
When Gunter had risen from his knees and wiped his eyes with the end of a comforter, which had probably been worked under the superintendence of Ruth herself; there were no signs of emotion left only a subdued look in his weatherworn face. "I give myself up, sir," he said, "to suffer what punishment is due." "No punishment is due, my man. Jesus has borne all the punishment due to you and me.
I was not disconcerted, and very deliberately looking over my work, I told them I could not discover any error, and was able to prove it by inspection, by Canon, by Gunter, or by figure. "You think yourself a very clever fellow, I dare say," said the little fat captain. "A second Euclid!" said the tall captain. "Pray, Sir, do you know the meaning of 'Pons Asinorum?"
Herring said no more; but when the service was over, and the men were chatting about the deck, he quietly mentioned what he had seen, and some of the waggish among the crew came up to Gunter and asked him, with significant looks and laughs, what time o' day it was.
Sir Alessandro Tamburini! Sir Agostino Velluti! They have all the yellow ribbon. They are all honorable, and clever, and distinguished artists. Let us elbow through the rooms, make a bow to the lady of the house, give a nod to Sir George Thrum, who is leading the orchestra, and go and get some champagne and seltzer-water from Sir Richard Gunter, who is presiding at the buffet.
They were very loath to break up, but, a breeze having arisen, it became necessary that they should depart, so they came on deck at last, and an animated scene of receiving and exchanging books, magazines, tracts, and pamphlets ensued. Then, also, Gunter got some salve for his shins, Ned Spivin had his cut hand dressed and plastered.
Gunter Lake himself, in his favourite role of the perfect lover. An interminable speech unfolded itself. "I ask for nothing in return. I've never worried you about that Caston business and I never will. Married to me you shall be as free as if you were unmarried. Don't I know, my dear girl, that you don't love me yet. Let that be as you wish.
"There goes the Boy Jim," said Luke Trevor, pointing towards a smart craft that was going swiftly past them. "Who's the Boy Jim?" growled Gunter, whose temper, at no time a good one, had been much damaged by the blows he had received in the fall of the previous night. "He's nobody it's the name o' that smack," answered Luke.
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