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It was hard to believe it was Dr Bolter standing there, in a pair of ragged trousers reduced in length to knee breeches, and nothing else. "Bob, my dear boy," he said, "I can't tell you how glad I am; but give me some rum, biscuits, anything you have, for my poor lads are perishing for want of food."
"Not that I know of. Queer fish; kept queer company. Even if she was ever so fond of dogs, I don't think a girl would have cared for Bolter's kennel. Not in her bedroom anyway." "But she could surely have got him to keep them outside, however doggy he was?" "He was not doggy a bit. I don't know that Bolter ever saw the black dogs himself. He certainly never told me so.
Saying this Ben Bolter ran back to the cottage, where he tried to comfort the women to the best of his power.
In its slow but steady revolution, the wheel of fortune had now apparently brought Bill Bowls and Ben Bolter to the lowest possible point; and the former of these worthies consoled himself with the reflection that, as things could scarcely get worse with them, it was probable they would get better. His friend disputed this point.
'The gallows, continued Fagin, 'the gallows, my dear, is an ugly finger-post, which points out a very short and sharp turning that has stopped many a bold fellow's career on the broad highway. To keep in the easy road, and keep it at a distance, is object number one with you. 'Of course it is, replied Mr. Bolter. 'What do yer talk about such things for?
In his earnestness as an exhibitor Bob opened the bolter, which was spinning rapidly round, the result being that a dense cloud of flour rolled out in their faces, reminding Anne that her complexion was probably much paler by this time than when she had entered the mill. She thanked her companion for his trouble, and said she would now go down.
They were merely large, strongly-built carts on two wheels, drawn by three, four, or five horses, as the nature of the country might require; though, on a smooth road, one could drag them. Old Bolter might have suspected that he would be wanted when he ran off, for he was put into the heaviest.
"I'll ride Bolter, and get Reginald to come with me," answered Harry. "Reginald! He's no use; he will never keep up with you, and the chances are that he is pitched off before you have galloped a mile. Get Mr Hayward or Sandy to go with you," said Paul. "They are both away just now," answered Harry; "but why can't you get a fresh horse and go yourself?"
Bolter complacently. 'The pots I took off airy railings, and the milk-can was standing by itself outside a public-house. I thought it might get rusty with the rain, or catch cold, yer know. Eh? Ha! ha! ha! Fagin affected to laugh very heartily; and Mr.
The more you value your number one, the more careful you must be of mine; so we come at last to what I told you at first that a regard for number one holds us all together, and must do so, unless we would all go to pieces in company. 'That's true, rejoined Mr. Bolter, thoughtfully. 'Oh! yer a cunning old codger! Mr.
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