Paul Clifford — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Paul Clifford — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Brigands and robbers -- Fiction
Meanwhile Dummie Dunnaker, muttering and murmuring bitter fancies,
overtook Paul, and accused that youth of having been the occasion of
the injuries he had just undergone. Paul was not at that moment in the
humour best adapted for the patient bearing of accusations. He answered
Mr. Dunnaker very shortly; and that respectable individual, still
smarting under his bruises, replied with equal tartness. Words grew
high, and at length Paul, desirous of concluding the conference,
clenched his fist, and told the redoubted Dummie that he would “knock
him down.” There is something peculiarly harsh and stunning in those
three hard, wiry, sturdy, stubborn monosyllables. Their very sound
makes you double your fist if you are a hero, or your pace if you are
a peaceable man. They produced an instant effect upon Dummie Dunnaker,
aided as they were by the effect of an athletic and youthful figure,
already fast approaching to the height of six feet, a flushed cheek,
and an eye that bespoke both passion and resolution. The rag-merchant's
voice sank at once, and with the countenance of a wronged Cassius he
whimpered forth,--
“Knock me down? O leetle Paul, vot wicked vhids are those! Vot! Dummie
Dunnaker, as has dandled you on his knee mony's a time and oft! Vy, the
cove's 'art is as 'ard as junk, and as proud as a gardener's dog vith
a nosegay tied to his tail.” This pathetic remonstrance softened Paul's
anger.
“Well, Dummie,” said he, laughing, “I did not mean to hurt you, and
there's an end of it; and I am very sorry for the dame's ill-conduct;
and so I wish you a good-morning.”
“Vy, vere be you trotting to, leetle Paul?” said Dummie, grasping him by
the tail of the coat.
“The deuce a bit I know,” answered our hero; “but I think I shall drop a
call on Long Ned.”
“Avast there!” said Dummie, speaking under his breath; “if so be as you
von't blab, I'll tell you a bit of a secret. I heered as 'ow Long Ned
started for Hampshire this werry morning on a toby [Highway expedition]
consarn!”
“Ha!” said Paul, “then hang me if I know what to do!”
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