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...ces and tendencies really do exist. As they find the fact, they will judge me. If they discern any evidences of wrong going in any direction that I ha... ... reason in what I wrote. If they discern no such thing, they will consider me alto gether mistaken. Prejudiced, I never have been otherwise than in f... ...for the moment, bring my mind at all to bear upon or comprehend. And I sat down upon a kind of horsehair slab, or perch, of which there were two withi... ... chilly stewards were warming their hands; while on either side, extending down its whole dreary length, was a long, long table, over each of which a ... ... skin, and whisper of the hold. Two passengers’ wives (one of them my own) lay already in silent agonies on the sofa; and one lady’s maid (my lady’s) ... ...re too ill to get up to break fast. I say nothing of them: for although I lay listening to this concert for three or four days, I don’t think I heard... ... in every respect. The men were employed as shoemakers, ropemakers, black smiths, tailors, carpenters, and stonecutters; and in building a new prison... ...oman named Rachel. Has lost all her toes except the large one.’ ‘Ran away, Sam. He was shot a short time since through the hand, and has several shots... ...Shak ers emigrated from England; our country is not unknown to Mr. Joseph Smith, the apostle of Mormonism, or to his benighted disciples; I have behe...

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.................................................................... 139 iii DOWN WITH THE TIDE ........................................................... ... in the twilight of New Year’s Eve, I find incidents of travel rise around me from all the latitudes and longitudes of the globe. They observe no orde... ...ich my mind’s eye can discern some traces of a rocky sea coast, recalls to me a fearful story of travel derived from that unpromising narrator of such... ...me convulsion of the earth, to have been detached from its roof. ‘The ship lay with her broadside opposite to the mouth of this cavern, with her whole... ...eparated in the middle, and that the forepart having changed its position, lay rather further out towards the sea. In such an emergency, when the next... ...e resolved to attempt his escape. 10 Reprinted Pieces ‘Accordingly, lying down upon it, he thrust himself for ward; however, he soon found that it h... ...ion of begging letter writing, like the contagion of disease. What Sydney Smith so happily called ‘the dangerous luxury of dishonesty’ is more tempti... ... I served my apprenticeship at Deptford, nigh where I was born, and I am a smith by trade. My name is John. I have been called ‘Old John’ ever since I... ... and Johnny Rogers died in that bed, and—and— they’re both on ‘em dead—and Sam’l Bowyer;’ this seems very extraordinary to him; ‘he went out!’ With th...

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...eir business; and Tom Fool washing the paint off his cheeks before he sits down to dinner with his wife and the little Jack Puddings behind the canvas... ...mpression is one more melancholy than mirthful. When you come home you sit down in a sober, contemplative, not uncharitable frame of mind, and apply y... ...ky will be miserable if she don’t get one.” “Send Miss Sedley instantly to me,” said Miss Pinkerton. And so venturing not to say another word, poor Je... ...d ever. I know, for instance, an old gentleman of sixty-eight, who said to me one morning at breakfast, with a very agitated countenance, “I dreamed l... ...ad!” And in these meditations he fell asleep. 39 Thackeray How Miss Sharp lay awake, thinking, will he come or not to- morrow? need not be told here.... ...of the bed such a snore as only the nose of innocence can produce. Rebecca lay awake for a long, long time, thinking of the morrow, and of the new wor... ... a great deal about tenants and farming—much more than I could understand. Sam Miles had been caught poaching, and Peter Bailey had gone to the workho... ...by good-natured female friends; who always wonder what you can see in Miss Smith that is so fascinating; or what could induce Major Jones to propose f... ...ies. He described the different pugilistic qualities of Molyneux and Dutch Sam, offered playfully to give Lady Jane the odds upon the Tutbury Pet agai...

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.... In one of the skyscrapers the wires of the Associated Press were closing down. The telegraph operators wearily raised their celluloid eye-shades aft... ...exceedingly well fed; his cheeks were pads, and the unroughened hand which lay helpless upon the khaki-colored blanket was slightly puffy. He seemed p... ... cord tires. He sulkily admitted now that there was no more escape, but he lay and detested the grind of the real-estate busi- ness, and disliked his ... ...th time in a year he reflected, “No class to that tin shack. Have to build me a frame garage. But by golly it’s the only thing on the place that isn’t... ...ve, to direct, to get things done. On the vigor of his idea he was carried down the hard, dean, unused-looking hall into the bathroom. Though the hous... ...y use ‘em and get ‘em all wet and sopping, and never put out a dry one for me—of course, I’m the goat!—and then I want one and—I’m the only person in ... ... as he backed out of the garage. He was confused. He shouted “Morning!” to Sam Doppelbrau with more cordi- ality than he had intended. Babbitt’s green... ...— ”she was her father’s daughter.” The difference between a light man like Sam Doppelbrau and a really fine character like Littlefield was revealed in... ...y. He lost his dawn depression; he was ruddily cheerful when he stopped on Smith Street to leave the brown trousers, and to have the gasoline-tank fil...

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...h horses, But my heart was ill at ease, For the old sea-faring men Came to me now and then, With their sagas of the seas. – Longfellow . CHAPTER I T H... ...He’ s more to be pitied than anything,” a man from New York drawled, as he lay at full length along the cushions un- der the wet skylight. “They’ve dr... ... up in a corner. “That boy gets two hundred a month pocket-money , he told me. He isn’t sixteen either.” “Railroads, his father, aind’t it?” said the ... ...he fish-boats squawking all around us. Say, wouldn’t it be great if we ran down one?” “Shut the door, Harvey ,” said the New Yorker. “Shut the door an... ...g to give the stewardess fifteen dollars for looking after her. I don’t go down more ‘n I can avoid. It makes me feel mysterious to pass that butler’ ... ...” said Harvey , who could not see that life was particularly safe where he lay . “You are with me in the dory-Manuel my name, and I come from schooner... ...find fish in a graveyard. Them other three, side along, they’re the Margie Smith, Rose, and Edith S. Walen, all from home. ‘Guess we’ll see the Abbie ... ...gangway o’ the old Ohio ‘fore we quit fioggin’. Jest abaout six dozen, an’ Sam Mocatta layin’ ‘em on criss-cross!” The disheveled “heel-tapper” danced... ...ston lookin’ fer the Lord to make him captain of a tow-boat on his merits. Sam Coy, up to Atlantic Avenoo, give him his board free fer a year or more ...

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...dy who reads, London interested and stimulated Mr. Kipling, and he settled down to writing. “The Record of Badalia Herodsfoot,” and his first novel, “... ...ng a fortune of about a million. Her maternal grand- father was E. Peshine Smith of Rochester, N. Y., a noted author and jurist, who was selected in 1... ...continents whose wardship were intrusted to so reckless a guardian. Behold me pitched neck-and-crop from twenty days of the high seas into the whirl o... ..., deprived of any guid- ance, and left to draw my own conclusions. Protect me from the wrath of an outraged community if these letters be ever read by... ...? Peradventure they be gentle- men of repute, and might hit back. Bring it down to dots, my son.” I thought he would have smitten me, but he didn’t. H... ... advised young Samuelson to take up the case. “The prisoner is undefended, Sam,” said the court. “The square thing to do would be for you to take him ... ...y-sided continent? In the tobacco-scented silence of the sumptuous library lay Professor Bryce’s book on the American Republic. “It is an omen,” said ... ...e blood-besmeared yellow devils as they crossed the rifts of sunlight that lay upon the floor. When our con- signment arrived, the rough wooden boxes ... ...ts. I didn’t want much teaching how to shoot straight ‘fore I served Uncle Sam. And that’s just where it is. But you was talking about your Horse Guar...

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...of St. George and the Swabian League were the means of gradu- ally putting down this authorized condition of deadly feud. This was in the days of Maxi... ...so tender and modest the whole effect of her slender figure, and the soft, downcast, pensive brown eyes, utterly dissimilar in hue from those of all h... ...n for the choir. “Three cubits more,” he reckoned. “Child, hast thou found me fruits enough for the completing of this border?” “O yes, mine uncle. I ... ...in the herb-garden of Master Gerhard, the phy- sician? He, too, might tell me the names of some of these.” “True, child; or we might ride into the cou... ...o it. Down this stair the three proceeded, and reached the stone hall that lay beyond it, just as there entered from the trellised porch, that covered... ...unt held anxious counsel over the poor little dark-tressed head that still lay upon good Johanna’s knees. The dame was indignant and resolute: “Take t... ...HAPTER III THE FL THE FL THE FL THE FL THE FLO O O O OT T T T TSAM AND JET SAM AND JET SAM AND JET SAM AND JET SAM AND JETSAM OF SAM OF SAM OF SAM OF ... ... each preceded by the banner bearing its homely emblem—the cauldron of the smiths, the hose of the clothiers, the helmet of the armourers, the bason o... ... I fear. He minds me precisely of Hugh ere he was ‘prenticed to the weapon-smith, and all became bitterness.” “Ah, truly,” said Christina, raising her...

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...he churned Channel sea in the track of two hundred hostile steamboats, let me say—is of the kind the gentle schoolboy feels when death or an expeditio... ...e centre and throbbing heart of it (enough, when unburlesqued, to blow the down off the gossamer-stump of fiction at a single breath, I have heard tel... ...heat. I shoot my arrows at a mark that is pretty certain to return them to me. And as to perfect success, I should be like the panic-stricken shopkeep... ...at 9 George Meredith would they, what could they but, think of us! He sat down to write them a challenge. He is not the only Englishman who has been ... ..., proposed an expedition to Paris; he was ordered to join his ship, and he lay moored across the water in the port of Bevisham, pant- ing for notice t... ...Do it blindfold; you don’t want counselling, you’re sure to be right. I’ll lay you a blood-brood mare to a cabstand skel- eton, you’ll have an easy co... ..., though in that con- flict of the Lion and the Unicorn (which was a T ory song) he seemed rather to wish to goad the dear lion than crush the one-hor... ...flourishing faces, and said: ‘That fellow’s getting the look of a sweating smith’: pre- sumptively in the act of heating his poker at the furnace to s... ...he house, and asked to see Dr. Shrapnel. This man was Killick, the Radical Sam of politics. He said to the doctor: ‘I ‘m going to hit you sharp, sir; ...

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...eyes, for what shall we do without her?’ ‘Dear Albinia! You always taunted me with having mar- ried your sister as much as yourself.’ ‘So I shall agai... ...but only look at him, poor man! Did you ever see any one so utterly broken down? She can hardly beguile a smile from him.’ ‘His melancholy is one of h... ... ever had a temper, she must have shown it.’ ‘I knew you would not believe me, and I really am not afraid of her doing any harm by it, if that is what... ... was nut-brown, in long curled waves; her eyes, deep soft grey, and though downcast under the new sympathies, new feelings, and responsibilities that ... ...hair all cut off, and his cheeks hollow, and he was quite trembling, as he lay back on pillows in the great arm-chair. Y ou can’t think what a shock i... ...ith an effort, getting tight hold of her hand, ‘Just before Edmund died—he lay out there— I lay here—he sat up all white in bed, and he called out, cl... ... expect him, promised him that he should see the celebrated ‘Blunderbuss,’ Sam Shepherd’s horse, that won the race last year. Gilbert had gone ‘becaus... ...al.’ ‘ And I wonder what is to come of that. It seems to me like what John Smith calls singing psalms to a dead horse.’ ‘John Smith! I am glad you men... ...ubtful. ‘Ah, you were away, there’s no use in explaining—but not a word of Sam Pringle. It would only make her uneasy—’ she gasped in a floundering wh...

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...Excerpt: When I came up to town for my second year, my aunt Hoggarty made me a present of a diamond pin; that is to say, it was not a diamond-pin then, but a large old-fashioned locket, of Dublin manufacture in the year 1795, which the late Mr. Hoggarty used to sport at the Lord Lieutenant?s balls ...

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... DIAMOND W HEN I CAME UP TO TOWN for my second year, my aunt Hoggarty made me a present of a diamond- pin; that is to say, it was not a diamond-pin th... ...l as another. During my month’s holiday, she was particularly pleased with me; made me drink tea with her often (though there was a certain person in ... ...ch present was intended for me, that a young lady by the name of Miss Mary Smith, with whom I had conversed on the subject, actually netted me a littl... ...can tell you my heart beat, though I pretended to look quite unconcerned. “Sam my dear,” said she, as she was fumbling with her keys, “take another gl... ... the valuable diamond that you have often heard me speak of. Wear it, dear Sam, for my sake; and think of that 6 The History of Samuel Titmarsh and t... ...this the old lady bade me adieu. The clock was striking twelve as I walked down the village, for the story of Mulcahy always took an hour in the telli... ...f Mulcahy always took an hour in the telling, and I went away not quite so downhearted as when the present was first made to me. “After all,” thought ... ...his office continue to pay her annuity! Remember, if she has more money to lay out, there is higher interest than the last for her, for she is a year ... ... possession of him just in the same way. He wants all the capi- tal he can lay his hands on.” “Y es, and suppose he runs off with the capital?” “Mr. B...

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...rack al- ready worthily preoccupied. But the Hercules myth did not seem to me to be like one of the fairy tales that we have seen so gracefully and qu... ...INHERIT GHOUSE INHERITANCE ANCE ANCE ANCE ANCE ONE OF THE CHILDREN brought me a photograph album, long ago finished and closed, and showed me a faded ... ...ed suffered especially, the whole of the ricks and build- ings being burnt down, though the family of the occupant was saved, partly by Prometesky’s e... ...red by men who turned King’s evidence, and the proof to the contrary broke down, because it depended on the wives, whose evidence was not admissible; ... ... off to New Zealand, so that we could not go and talk about it to her. Mr. Smith has got a school in Auckland, you know.” I did not know, but I found ... ...ed already that he would be a good friend to the poor. I confess that here lay what alarmed me. He was always given to few words, but I could see that... ... in lodgings, as Mr. Prosser well recollected, while his poor young father lay under sentence of death. It burst on him at last. “Do you mean that I h... ...e of us to the other as “your brother,” or “your sister,” and the late Mr. Sam always figured as “your poor papa.” We tried at first to correct her, b... ...or and trembling the despatch I might receive, and to be enlivened by Mrs. Sam Alison’s cheering accounts of all the accidents she could recollect. “H...

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...g, Philip.’ ‘Good morning, Laura. Good morning, Charles; I am glad you are downstairs again! How are you to-day?’ ‘No way remarkable, thank you,’ was ... ...r will be out this fortnight; and this is to go to the horticultural show. Sam would hardly trust me to 5 Yo n g e bring it in, though it was my nurs... ...night; and this is to go to the horticultural show. Sam would hardly trust me to 5 Yo n g e bring it in, though it was my nursing, not his.’ ‘Now, Am... ...w, Amy,’ said Philip, when the flower had been duly admired, ‘you must let me put it into the window, for you. It is too heavy for you.’ ‘Oh, take car... ...especially because of the horticultural show.’ ‘Make all your apologies to Sam,’ said Amy, ‘his feelings will be more hurt than mine. I dare say my po... ..., in all his experi- ence as a clergyman, saw any one so completely broken down with grief.’ I found a great many of his letters among my father’s pa-... ... the bright glow of the fire, with the shutters closed and curtains drawn, lay Charles on his couch, one Monday evening, in a gorgeous dressing-gown o... ...o East-hill, and they might as well walk with Philip as far as their roads lay together. Philip and Laura walked on by themselves, a little in ad- van... ...rne all the blame. ‘How you must have wanted to play the Harmonious Black- smith,’ said Charlotte. ‘I caught myself going through the motions twice,’ ...

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...e a positive experience, more curious than the speculation I have just set down. It is this: I have never touched a character precisely from the life,... ...the life, but some coun- terpart of that character has incredulously asked me: “Now really, did I ever really, see one like it?” All the Pecksniff fam... ...eople of the United States would not be generally disposed to quarrel with me for carrying the same usage abroad. I am happy to believe that my confid... ...and honour.” I said these words with the greatest earnestness that I could lay upon them, and I repeat them in print here with equal earnestness. So l... ...arles Dickens tions of the same phase of character. Indeed, it may be laid down as a general principle, that the more extended the ancestry, the great... ...irth was supposed to have been communicated by his father in his lifetime, lay upon his deathbed, this question was put to him in a distinct, solemn, ... ...ion, sparkled too, and shed its red-hot gems around profusely . The strong smith and his men dealt such strokes upon their work, as made even the mela... ...e; and how thoroughly, as with thy cheerful voice thou pleasantly adjurest Sam the hostler ‘not to let him go yet,’ dost thou believe that quadruped d... ...e walks, than you could have done conveniently when we know’d him. There’s Sam a- coming out, sir.’ ‘Ah, to be sure!’ cried Martin; ‘Sam, the hostler....

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...from Hillisberg, Rose, Parisot, who plied the light fantastic toe in 1805, down to the Sylphides of our day. There was in the collection a charm- ing ... ... “Boot- jack,” and that stories had been told. But what are such to you or me? Let bygones be bygones; Mrs. Crump was quite as honest as her neighbour... ...e as honest as her neighbours, and Miss had five hundred pounds to be paid down on the day of her wedding. Those who know the habits of the British tr... ...untenance of the progress of decay. If, on the contrary, he were forty, as Sam Snaffle de- clared, who himself had misfortunes in early life, and vowe... ...I’m a Hartist” (Mr. Eglantine was born in London)—”I’m a hartist; and show me a fine ‘ead of air, and I’ll dress it for nothink.” He vows that it was ... ... poor Eglantine under the “Em- peror”! He had fallen very easy, the animal lay perfectly quiet, and the perfumer was to all intents and purposes as de... ...ad as the animal. He had not fainted, but he was immovable with terror; he lay in a puddle, and thought it was his own blood gushing from him; and he ... ...refully and wonderfully removed from friendship. 62 Men’s Wives Y ou meet Smith for twenty years, exchange the day’s news with him, laugh with him ov... ... a little para- graph by itself, with all the honours, Member Deceased. Smith, John, Esq.; or he, on the other hand, has the advantage of reading y...

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.......................................................................... 36 Sam Hookey ................................................................... ................................................................... 38 Louise Smith ........................................................................ ...Masters Ollie McGee H AV E you seen walking through the village A Man with downcast eyes and haggard face? That is my husband who, by secret cruelty N... ...d face? That is my husband who, by secret cruelty Never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty; Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth,... ...ws at my husband’s heart? The face of what I was, the face of what he made me! These are driving him to the place where I lie. In death, therefore, I ... ... attorney at law, And Nig, his dog, constant companion, solace and friend. Down the gray road, friends, children, men and women, Passing one by one ou... ... my soul With a snare which bled me to death, Till I, once strong of will, lay broken, indifferent, Living with Nig in a room back of a dingy office. ... ...re And poured a generous drink From the bottle marked “Spiritus frumenti.” Sam Hookey I RAN away from home with the circus, Having fallen in love with... ...d and seventy-one For eleven dollars, at a sale for taxes, While my father lay in his mortal illness. So the quarrel arose and I went to law. But when...

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...eir business; and Tom Fool washing the paint off his cheeks before he sits down to dinner with his wife and the little Jack Puddings behind the canvas... ...mpression is one more melancholy than mirthful. When you come home you sit down in a sober, contemplative, not uncharitable frame of mind, and apply y... ...ky will be miserable if she don’t get one.” “Send Miss Sedley instantly to me,” said Miss Pinkerton. And so venturing not to say another word, poor Je... ...d ever. I know, for instance, an old gentleman of sixty-eight, who said to me one morning at breakfast, with a very agitated countenance, “I dreamed l... ...ad!” And in these meditations he fell asleep. 39 Thackeray How Miss Sharp lay awake, thinking, will he come or not to- morrow? need not be told here.... ...of the bed such a snore as only the nose of innocence can produce. Rebecca lay awake for a long, long time, thinking of the morrow, and of the new wor... ... a great deal about tenants and farming—much more than I could understand. Sam Miles had been caught poaching, and Peter Bailey had gone to the workho... ...by good-natured female friends; who always wonder what you can see in Miss Smith that is so fascinating; or what could induce Major Jones to propose f... ...the announcement of “Lieutenant G. Osborne to be Captain by purchase, vice Smith, who exchanges,” Rawdon uttered that sentiment regarding Amelia’s lov...

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...help of their families. Such a farm belonged to John Kenton of Elmwood. It lay at the head of a long green lane, where the bushes overhead almost touc... ...deep in winter; but that mattered the less as nothing on wheels went up or down it but the hay or harvest carts, creaking under their load, and drawn ... ...nder their load, and drawn by the old mare, with a cow to help her. Beyond lay a few small fields, and then a bit of open ground 4 Under the Storm sc... ...he Storm scattered with gorse and thorn bushes, and much broken by ups and downs. There, one afternoon on a big stone was seated Steadfast Kenton, a b... ...ok. Kenton shook his head reassuringly. “Ah!” said Mr. Holworth, “it minds me that none ever found again the holy Ark of the Covenant that King Josiah... ...ever been, so far as I have known thee, in nature as well as in name. Give me thy word that thou wilt never give up the secret of yonder cavern to any... ...fin. “Many an honest man will be in that same case,” said Harry Blane, the smith, “if they come to blows down there.” “And He to Whom he is gone will ... ...with Rusha and the baby were taken home by kind old Goody Grace, while the smith called the two lads into his house. CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER C... ...r of which a soldier exclaimed— 60 Under the Storm “Have ye more wounded, Sam? There’s no room for a dog in here. They lie as thick as herrings in a ...

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...ear any, even the most distant resemblance. The tale was origi- nally told me by an old servant of my father’s, an excellent old Highlander, without a... ...en afford an opportunity of showing my gratitude for your hospitality. Let me only request that I may be informed of the exact minute of the birth; an... ...he mansion of the early friend who had calculated his nativ- ity. His road lay through several places of interest, and he enjoyed the amusement of tra... ...f such importance?”—”I thought,” re- plied the guest, blushing and looking downward, “that there was no harm in travelling slowly, and satisfying my c... ...a summer parlour, where a frugal meal was placed on the table. As they sat down to the board, they were joined by a young lady about eighteen years of... ...ally devoid of furniture, excepting a lamp, a chair, and a table, on which lay a Bible. “Here,” said the Astrologer, “I must leave you alone, to pass ... ... prodigy of erudition being carried off by the gipsies, like a second Adam Smith, [* The father of Economical Philosophy was, when a child, carried of... ...d he gied me a round half-crown—he was riding on a haick they ca’ d Souple Sam—it belanged to the George at Dumfries—it was a blood- bay beast, very i... ... with two odd volumes of the Newgate Calendar, which she had borrowed from Sam Silverquill, an idle apprentice, who was imprisoned under a charge of f...

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...blowed if I do,” said McT urk, simply, with immense feeling. “Beetle, give me the hammer.” “All right. I’m not proud. Chuck us down that net on top of... ...feeling. “Beetle, give me the hammer.” “All right. I’m not proud. Chuck us down that net on top of the lockers, Stalky.” “That’s all right. It’s a col... ...y luxurious dogs these fags are. Built like a fishin’-rod. ‘Pon my sainted Sam, but we look the complete Bug-hunters! Now, listen to your Uncle Stalky... .... “Are we going to Clovelly?” he puffed at last, and they flung themselves down on the short, springy turf between the drone of the sea below and the ... ...he law. G. M. Dabney, Col., J.P .,’ an’ all the rest of it. ‘Don’t seem to me that any chap in his senses would trespass here, does it?” “You’ve got t... ...s,” said Stalky, reflectively; “an’ it made me horrid sick. ‘Pon my sacred Sam, though, it’s enough to drive a man to drink, havin’ an animal like Hoo... ...e same direction—that is to say, northeast. Now, the Pleasant Isle of Aves lay due southwest. “They’re deep—day-vilish deep,” said Stalky. “Why are th... ...to the gorse at right angles to the tunnel, openly crossing the grass, and lay still in Aves. “What did I tell you?” Stalky carefully put away the pip... ..., while Beetle poured ink upon such heads as he could not appeal to with a Smith’s Classical Dictionary. Three brisk minutes accounted for many silkwo...

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