I Forbid the Banns! — page 271: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXXVII. ON THE HABITS OF AQUATIC FOWL. ’ “C\HE is too clever a girl for my fancy, Julian,’’ remarked the bear-slayer—to be more exact, the narrator of stories regarding the slaying of bears—when Miss Travers had passed. ‘‘I don’t think it is good style for girls to be clever. They say she engaged herself to that fellow Southcote. I wish them luck of one another. Now, what’s the matter with a stroll to the whiskey shanty, where I’1l make you a genuine Hallelujah gin blizzard? I learned the secret in a poker saloon pretty far West—of which more anon.”’ ‘‘No,’’ said Julian; ‘‘I want nothing in that line.’’ ‘In what line?’’ ‘In that ine—whatever it is.’”’ “Vou are a trifle distracted, Julian.”’ ‘‘And you are the distracter, Jimmy.’’ “You are not yourself, Julian—that’s what the matter with you.”’ -**And you are quite yourself, Jimmy—that’s what’s the matter with you.”’ ‘You are unhappy.”’ ‘‘And you are unhealthy.’”’ ‘‘Hallo, Charlton, I have been looking everywhere for you,’’ said Lord Ashenthorpe, hurrying up at that moment. ‘Where is Fairleigh?’’ ‘“‘T must ask that notice be given of that question,’’ said Julian. ‘Very good—very good, indeed,’’ said the under secre- tary. ‘‘You havecaught the trick of it, and, after all, that’s half the battle in politics.’’ 261 Gomichooks co