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James Crawley’s Pipe Is Put Out

           WhatwasIasaying?"

           "Ithinkyouwerespeakingofdogskillingrats,"Pittremarkedmildly,handinghiscousinthedecanterto"buzz."

           "KillingratswasI?Well,Pitt,areyouasportingman?DoyouwanttoseeadawgasCANkillarat?Ifyoudo,comedownwithmetoTomCorduroy’s,inCastleStreetMews,andI’llshowyousuchabull-terrierasPooh!gammon,"criedJames,burstingoutlaughingathisownabsurdity—"YOUdon’tcareaboutadawgorrat;it’sallnonsense.I’mblestifIthinkyouknowthedifferencebetweenadogandaduck."

           "No;bytheway,"Pittcontinuedwithincreasedblandness,"itwasaboutbloodyouweretalking,andthepersonaladvantageswhichpeoplederivefrompatricianbirth.Here’sthefreshbottle."

           "Blood’stheword,"saidJames,gulpingtherubyfluiddown."Nothinglikeblood,sir,inhosses,dawgs,ANDmen.Why,onlylastterm,justbeforeIwasrusticated,thatis,ImeanjustbeforeIhadthemeasles,ha,hatherewasmeandRingwoodofChristchurch,BobRingwood,LordCinqbars’son,havingourbeerattheBellatBlenheim,whentheBanburybargemanofferedtofighteitherofusforabowlofpunch.Icouldn’t.Myarmwasinasling;couldn’teventakethedragdownabruteofamareofminehadfellwithmeonlytwodaysbefore,outwiththeAbingdon,andIthoughtmyarmwasbroke.

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