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by Postel 10 Dec '09

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by Meggerson 09 Dec '09

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by Turnmire 08 Dec '09

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by McDonell 06 Dec '09

06 Dec '09

Ere's one tankard, as the saying is, that's near upon as big as me; it was a present to the squire from his godmother, and smells of nutmeg and toast like an East-India ship. {143} _Houn_. Then you say we must divide at the stairhead? _Bon_. Yes, Mr Hounslow, as the saying is. At one end of that gallery lies my Lady Bountiful and her daughter, and at the other Mrs. Sullen. As for the squire-- _Gib_. He's safe enough, I have fairly entered him, and he's more than half seas over already. But such a parcel of scoundrels are got about him now, that, egad, I was ashamed to be seen in their company. _Bon_. Tis now twelve, as the saying is--gentlemen, you must set out at one. _Gib_. Hounslow, do you and Bagshot see our arms fixed, and I 'll come to you presently. _Houn.,Bag_. We will. [_Exeunt_. _Gib_. Well, my dear Bonny, you assure me that Scrub is a coward? _Bon_. A chicken, as the saying is. You 'll have no creature to deal with but the ladies. {161} _Gib_. And I can assure you, friend, there's a great deal of address and good manners in robbing a lady; I am the most a gentleman that way that ever travelled the road.--But, my dear Bonny, this prize will be a galleon, a Vigo business.--I warrant you we shall bring off three of four thousand pounds. _Bon_. In plate, jewels, and money, as the saying is, you may. {169} _Gib_. Why then, Tyburn, I defy thee! I'll get up to town, sell off my horse and arms, buy myself some pretty employm

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by Cullens Strobridge 06 Dec '09

06 Dec '09

, I take it, for some big millinery shop in London, and come down here wi' boxes an' boxes o' bonnets, an' tokes, and all sorts o' female headgear as women goes about in----" "In short, he was a commercial traveller," said Austin, very mildly. "You see, my dear Lubin, we have been talking of different things. I wasn't thinking of a gentleman who hawks haberdashery. When I said traveller, I meant a man who goes tramping across Africa, and shoots elephants, and gets snowed up at the North Pole, and has all sorts of uncomfortable and quite incredible adventures. They always have faces as brown as an old trunk, and generally limp when they walk. That's the sort of person I'm looking out for. You haven't seen anyone like that, have you?" "Nay--nary a one," said Lubin, shaking his head. "Would he have been putting up at one o' the inns, now, or staying long wi' some o' the gentry?" "I haven't the slightest idea," acknowledged Austin. "Might as well go about looking for a ram wi' five feet," remarked Lubin. "Some things you can't find 'cause they don't exist, and other things you can't find 'cause there's too many of 'em. And as you don't know nothing about this gentleman, and wouldn't know him if you met him in the street permiscuous, I take it you'll have to wait to see what he looks like till he turns up again of his own accord. 'Tain't in reason as you can go up to every old gentleman with a brown face as you never see before an' ask him if he's ever been snowed up at the North Pole and why he hasn't got a wooden leg. He'd think, as likely as not, as you was trying to get a rise out of him. Don't you know what the name may be, neither?" "Oh yes, I do, of course," responded Austin. "He's a Mr Ogilvie." "Never heard of 'im," said Lubin. "Might find out at one o' the inns if any party o' that name's been staying there, but I doubt they wouldn't remember. Folks don't generally stay more'n one night, you see, just to have a look at the old market-place and the church, and then off they go next morning and don't lea

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