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Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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e you before dinnertime. How are you? The train got to Paris on time, so Icaught the morning boat at Calais, and as soon as Idchanged I came round here. I want to talk to you par-ticularly, said Mr. Bracket in a deep, thick, flat voice. Then youve come at the wrong time. Ive got somepeople coming to tea, said Antony with decision. I know. Thats what Ive come to talk to you about,said Mr. Bracket. What is it? Fire away! Only be quick. They mayturn up at any moment. When they do, out you go. Threeat tea are too many—fours just impossible. It spoils myap-^ He stopped short and gazed at Mr. Brackets necktiewith a slow horror dawning in his eyes. Then he criedsharply: What have you been doing to yourself? Yourewearing a tie I didnt choose for you! Mr. Brackets stubby-fingered hand rose nervously tothe necktie and he stammered: Its a very p-p-pretty tie.It t-t-took my fancy immensely. It isnt pretty. Its gorgeous. And the sooner its offyou the better. It makes you look like an extra giddy
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/ Know Jill Jlbout You, Me Lad. This Swell Flat and Those Fine Duds n Yours are a Bleedln Sham.Youre Jmpecoonlous I Thats Wot You are — Impecoonlous t undertaker taking a day off at Peckham Rye, saidAntony in the tone of one standing no nonsense. B-b-but theyre all the rage on the Riviera, protestedMr. Bracket. They always were, said Antony with cold scorn. Isyour car still here? Yes, its waiting for me. Antony strode to the window, opened it, leaned out androared into the street below: Hi, Jenkins! Bucket offhome at once and get Smithers to give you half a dozen ofMr. Brackets ties—those I chose for him. Hurry up!He turned, and gazing at Mr. Bracket with terrible eyes hesaid in a slightly lower voice: Its too bad! I give you myword it is! Here I am slaving—slaving—to keep youlooking presentable, and you come out at four oclock inthe afternoon a mile and half west of Ludgate Circus in atie like that! Youll be having the rainbow cut into trou-serings next. What is it you want t

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