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Reader, do you know what it is to be outwardly as calm as a blasé policeman and all the time quivering with inwards excitement? If I could have yelled once or twice it would have been an immense relief, but i had a part to play, and I meant to play it.

More, I desired to humiliate Mrs. Gunter. Her callous treatment of me, her silvery but malicious laughter, her avowed admiration of Lindsay, had galled me to an extent the expression of which I have carefully kept from these pages. Noblesse oblige! One cannot be rude. But I wanted to annoy her—a very common phase of love.

He looked first at the clubs, and then at me, with a half-questioning, half-stupid twinkle in his hard, blue eyes. Then he spat.
I apologise to the reader for mentioning anything so unpleasant, but it is an uncomfortable habit that certain classes indulge in when they decide to punctuate of emphasis their views. Amongst themselves, I believe, it is considered highly expressive, if employed at the true psychological

I stopped again, with the intention of arguing out the point once and for all, when I realized that if I went on the addressing this invisible spectre, I might possibly be mistaken for a madman. I therefore contented myself with a withering glance of abhorrence at the prelate, and a few unspoken words to the effect that nothing in heaven or earth would induce me to have further truck with him. I then walked calmly on

“Then,” I timidly pursued, with a good deal of hesitation, beating about the bush to find appropriate terms, “ I presume I have the—the—honor of addressing a—a spirit?”
“Jist that,” responded the Cardinal , with a sort of jocose cordiality that was very reassuring and comforting.

I’ll tell you what, Kirkcudbright——“
“Kiekingulloch, sir.”
“Kirkintulloch, just you let me have a smack at the ball.”