) Surely black ants can't be good for The Brigadier. He's picking em
off the matting and eating 'em. Here, Senor Comandante Don Grubbynose, come and
talk to me. (Lifts G. JUNIOR in his arms.) 'Want my watch? You won't be able to
put it into your mouth, but you can try. (G. JUNIOR drops watch, breaking dial
and hands.)
Mrs. G. Oh, Captain Mafflin, I am so sorry! Jack, you bad, bad little villain.
Ahhh!
Capt. M. It's not the least consequence, I assure you. He'd treat the world in
the same way if he could get it into his hands. Everything's made to be played,
with and broken, isn't it, young 'un?
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Mrs. G. Mafflin didn't at all like his watch being broken, though he was too
polite to say so. It was entirely his fault for giving it to the child. Dem
little puds are werry, werry feeble, aren't dey, by Jack-in-de-box? (To G.)
What did he want to see you for?
Capt. G. Regimental shop as usual.
Mrs. G. The Regiment! Always the Regiment. On my word, I sometimes feel jealous
of Mafflin.
Capt. G. (Wearily.) Poor old Jack? I don't think you need. Isn't it time for
The Butcha to have his nap? Bring a chair out here, dear. I've got some thing
to talk over with you.
THIS IS THE END OF THE STORY OF THE GADSBYS
VOLUME VIII from MINE OWN PEOPLE
Bimi
Namgay Doola
The Recrudescence Of Imray
Moti Guj--Mutineer
BIMI
THE orangoutang in the big iron cage lashed to the sheep-pen began the
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