The Grinder Papers — page 222: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 217 | “Delighted, I’m sure,” sez the perfesser. “‘T’m a good shot,” sez Mr. Brown, Esq. “So am J,” sez the perfesser. ‘‘Dew you prefer a Minie rifle or a revolver?” ‘*A revolver,” sez Mr, Brown, Esq. ‘*T’ll take the rifle,” sez the perfesser. ‘‘Well, at eleven, then. You'll meet me here?” ? ‘*Punctually,” sez Mr. Brown, Esq. And the tew dispersed, leavin’ me in a swoondin’ condition under the curtings, 3 ‘‘What shill I dew?” sez I. ‘‘Pervent it, if possible, but heow ?” | | "Twas sartain Miss Butler warn’t a pertickeler friend o’ mine, but it warn’t likely she’d be willin’ tew hev a duel in her house ; and, at last, I concluded tew confide in her. The day was drawin’ tew a close, and no time was tew be lost. Jest as the clock struck nine, I went intu the dining-room, where she was mixin’ fritters, and sez I: ‘‘Miss Butler, I’ve got suthin’ tew tell you.” I ‘Tew tell me,” sez she. 3 “Ves, ’m,” sezI. ‘‘It isan affair o’ the utmost importance, or I wouldn’t hev troubled you.” ‘““’Tain’t bugs, is it?” sez she. | ““No,” sez1l. ‘‘ Them I can't come tew speak of, whatever I may feel.” ‘‘You ain’t gettin’ cholera, I hope,’ , sez she, ‘‘ Because this house ain't a hospital, and I wouldn't want it burned down, and Eomichboo “S m