Paving' and I knocks yer down," he drawled out.
Sir Alexander looked at "O.

Paving," then he looked at Woodden's leg-of-mutton fist, and--changed his mind.
"Curse 'O.

Paving,'" he said, "and everyone who has to do with it," and swung out of the room, banging the door behind him.
"Well, that's over," said Mr.Stephen gently, as he fanned himself with a pocket-handkerchief.

"Quite exciting while it lasted, wasn't it, Mr.
Quatermain--but I have been there before, so to speak.

And now what do you say to some luncheon?
Pym's is close by, and they have very good oysters.