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... example. (We're old pals, so I may as well let you into the secret.) At midday I sought out the village seer in the Cock and Bottle. with a list of probable starters for the Guineas. Ernest, said I. handing him a pencil. close your eyes and stab ...
... couple of miles away. mmer Well. continued Frank. when the very- call came Nobby and Dusty happened iform in the ' Cock and Bottle.' doing ♦_ bit of extinguishing by way of practice, as you might say. They considered the news and went into conference ...
... Are brigade AT. said Bill, frowning Jew want to hear or Jew not nodded meekly and the rest of the habitues the Cock and Bottle pooled their ears expectantly. It was like this here. said Frank, pushing the shove-ha'penny board aside and nearly ...
... standard, had departed when I was ale cornier. The position was a sinecure. had a word about this last evening the Cock and Bottle with Bill | Yerrs.'' said Bill. those days, 'ops was ops, and 110 mistake, whereas Mine's a pint. Gadfly. |>ROCK THE ...
... used to sting us ten francs the bottle for the muck when was over there, and it sickened of war. believe me Said I. On the other hand. Bill, next to nectar, which I shall never taste, the finest drink 111 the world bottle really good Burgundy. Ses you ...
... meadow turned out to be cow, anyhow; that . But was no use It was a case of fall-in-two-men. and they escorted me to the Cock and Bottle. perforce. That. said Joe, pointing to a card suspended from the celling of the four ale bar and rounded off with a ...
... forget that tragic Sun day in our village. They were play, not darts but the equally liorrtpilM. game of Coddem in the Cock and Bottle. when Bill dropped the piece. It being Sunday, it fell with terrille force on Frank's corn. (As he said afterwards. ...
... bellowing and lie down and chew the cud whatever an ox's breakfast is called, was a sight for sore eyes We returned the Cock and Bottle with woebegone looks— and hearts full happiness. anyone wants to Eustace . All letters should addressed to the Editor ...
... Frank. Ring, the Bull, on the other hand, is Ringtag the Bull. Lead on, Macduff, said I meekly He led on. Not to the Cock arid Bottle, as I had hoped, but to the Purple Partridge, which two solid ioh, so solid!) miles distant. entered the taproom and ...
... irrelevant remark. I have arranged that you and shall play round of croquet the Rectory this afternoon. Not before the Cock and Bottle shuts. Gadfly? said Bill fearfully. 1 reassured him on that point. the church clock registered three pip etnma I and ...
... sometimes. That's comes of too much book-learning, jm ask me. Joe. the backgammon bcmU* Come aboard, sir. said the of the Cock and Bottle. BacMw mon, officers, for the use of. Anilt dumped between us board full tt ffi. angles, which suggested niekss stricken ...
... bizarre career I knew that I had lost the game. Instinct. I suppose. You oughter learn bowls, said Bill, we made for the Cock and Bottle. You oughter learn something, said I, but my Editor won't allow me to print it. AlWm vl U r* holding won't run ...