12/34 Schmoff, my boy, can you eat beefsteak ?" Schmoff neither smiled nor spoke, but simply bowed his head gravely, and sitting down, arranged with slow exactness his napkin over his waistcoat and lap. Try me." "I will try you, and I will try Mr.Clavering.Schmoff would eat a horse if he had not a bullock, and a piece of jackass if he had not a horse." "I did eat a horse in Hamboro' once. We was besieged." So much said Schmoff, very slowly, in a deep bass voice, speaking from the bottom of his chest, and frowning very heavily as he did so. |