12/30 He'll be like that Indian in 'Vathek' who rolled himself into a ball; no one could resist kicking as long as the ball bounded before them,--we, similarly, shall not be able to resist, if Dyceworthy's fat person is once left at our mercy." "That was a grand bit he told us, Errington," resumed Macfarlane. "Ye should ha' heard him talk aboot his love-affair!. the saft jelly of a man that he is, to be making up to ony woman." At that moment they ran alongside of the _Eulalie_ and threw up their oars. |