Page:Paul Clifford Vol 1.djvu/44

14, I'll take this; who knows but it may be of sarvice—tannies to-day may be smash to-morrow !" and he laid his coarse hand on the golden and silky tresses we have described,—"'Tis a rum business, and puzzles I; but mum's the word, for my own little colquarren. "

With this brief soliloquy, Dummie descended the stairs, and let himself out of the house.