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You wandt a Bageant, _hein ?_ Var'y well, I brovide it: It is I will mek a sogcess.

Go to hell for your influenzial batrons: or go to Julius.

He can lick ze boot, not I!" On the other hand, Mr.Julius, while willing enough to spend money for which he foresaw a satisfactory return, had no mind to risk it until assured of the support of local 'Society.' He could afford some thousands of pounds better than a public fiasco.
"We must have the County behind us," he kept chanting.
Afterwards, looking back on the famous Merchester Pageant, Mr.Colt accurately dated its success from the hour when he called on Lady Shaftesbury and enlisted her to open the annual Sale of Work of the Girls' Friendly Society.