rushed, and, siezing it in his mouth, brort it out to me, and tore it
lim from lim! Out came the Master, and 2 of his Waiters, and, little
knowing who I was, seized me, and dragged me into the shop, and
demanded 100 sents, or four shillings, for the black cat's body,
and tuppence for its pair of eyes, which, it seems, are considerd a
speshal lukshury? TOBY, insted of looking ashamed of hisself for his
shamefool conduck, trotted by my side, barking away, and looking as
prowd as a Lord Mare's Coachman, till I lost him in the crowd.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
I called one day by appintment upon a sillibrated Mandereen with 3
tales, who must therefore have bin a heminent swell. He was not a
tome, but the servents showed me into a room where a most bewtifool
Chineese Lady was a-lying on a Sofhy, with such darling little tootsy
putsys as I never seed afore, and which I shood think wood suttenly
prewent her from ever warking like a Cristian Lady. She wore all her
bewtifool hare brushed off her bewtifool face as if she wanted it all
to grow backards. I warked boldly up to her and sed, "Mandareeny tomy
tomy?" to which she replied, "Ching-Ching-Changy-Wangy!" Not quite
undustanding a word she said, I was about to take my leave by saying,
"Bowy! Wowy!" when she got off the Sofhy and hobbling along to the
door, placed herself against it, and patting my estonished cheeks
said, "Oh, how nicey picey!" I was that estonished that I thort I
shood have fainted, and ewen TOBY, who I had took with me, stared
at her with both his eyes, speshally when she put up her fan, when
presently the door was forced open from the howtside, and who shood
henter but the three-taled Mandareen hisself!
He looked fust at the bewtifool Lady, and then at me, and then, harf
droring his grate big sword, and sounding the Gong most wierlently, in
rushed about 1/2 a dozen servents, and after some most angry words of
Chineese gibberish from their master, they all siezed me and dragged
me to another room, where they took off both my boots and my stockings
and laying me down on the flore, tho I had all my best clothes onn,
they beat both my souls and my eels with sticks till I skreamed for
mersy!
They then left me. I was that hurt both in my feet and my feelinx that
I didn't kno what on airth to do. When presently in came one of
them quite quietly and said in a whisper: "I spikes ze Inglesh, pore
feller! and if you have sum munny I can get you what you calls a
sub-sty-tooty for the rest of your punnishment." "How much will it
be?" says I. "About 10,000 Cash?" says he. "10,000 Cash!" says I.
"It's only 2 pound ten of your munny," says he. So, feeling as I shood
suttenly die if I had to go through the same tortur again, I gave him
the munny, and sure enuff he soon returned with a pore seedy-looking
Chinaman who took my place, and my new friend took me out of the house
by the back-door, and off I set and got home without hinterrupshun!
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