I Forbid the Banns! — page 211: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXX. ON WHITE VELVET, ’ “JT’S arum sort of world this,’’ remarked the ex-overseer after a considerable pause. ‘‘Who would have thought a few years ago when we were romping together—as free and easy pals in the bush—that you would ever bloom out into such a fine lady with an old English mansion like this at your back? Why, when I caught a sight of this house from a turnin the avenue I began to whistle ‘The Jolly Roast Beef of Old England’—I did, upon my soul. But do you think I was took aback at the sight of the place? Not me. ‘I may be a bit rough,’ says I i “‘Oh, no,’’ said Mr. Charlton. ‘‘Not a bit—a dct is not the word. You do yourself an injustice.’’ ‘TI feel that I’m a bit rough—it’s true, Mr. Charlton,’’ continued Eric, shaking his head in that deprecating way assumed by people who make it do duty for a number of unexposed virtues. ‘‘But if I’m a bit rough’’—here he perceived that his host was smiling very gently—he wondered if it wason record that a guest had ever kicked his host over a full sized billiard-table—‘‘if I’m a bit rough, my heart’s in the right place, sir; let me tell you that.’’ He was very vehement—so much so that in slapping his knee he swallowed a mouthful of smoke and began to cough with a breadth and feeling that could only be sustained by a person whose heart was perfectly sound, both as regards constitution and situation. ‘‘Why, what on earth is the matter with you, Eric?’ cried Bertha, when his face had become less purple. ‘‘What made 201 (CONIC LOOKS. (EC)