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The Attache

CHAPTER II
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I felt kinder wicked, and as _I_ had a hat on, and I couldn't scratch my head, I stood jist like him, clown fashion, with my eyes wanderin' and my mouth wide open, and put my hand behind me, and scratched there; and I stared, and looked puzzled too, and made the same identical vacant face he did, and repeated arter him slowly, with another scratch, mocking him like, 'Dim comrag.' "Such a pair o' fools you never saw, Squire, since the last time you shaved afore a lookin' glass; and the stable boys larfed, and he larfed, and I larfed, and it was the only larf I had all that juicy day.
"Well, I turns agin to the door; but it's the old story over again--rain, rain, rain; spatter, spatter, spatter,--'I can't stop here with these true Brittons,' sais I, 'guess I'll go and see the old Squire: he is in his study.' "So I goes there: 'Squire,' sais I, 'let me offer you a rael gene_wine_ Havana cigar; I can recommend it to you.' He thanks me, he don't smoke, but plague take him, he don't say, 'If you are fond of smokin', pray smoke yourself.' And he is writing I won't interrupt him.
"'Waiter, order me a post-chaise, to be here in the mornin', when the rooks wake.' "'Yes, Sir.' "Come, I'll try the women folk in the drawin'-room, agin'.

Ladies don't mind the rain here; they are used to it.

It's like the musk plant, arter you put it to your nose once, you can't smell it a second time.

Oh what beautiful galls they be! What a shame it is to bar a feller out such a day as this.

One on 'em blushes like a red cabbage, when she speaks to me, that's the one, I reckon, I disturbed this mornin'.


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