D'Ri and I by Irving Bacheller
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by and wait my orders."
"D' ye wan' t' know whut I think o' you?" said D'ri, looking down at him, his eyes opening wide, his brow wrinkling into long furrows. "I make a condition," said his Lordship: "do not flatter me." "Yer jest a low-lived, mis'able, wuthless pup," said D'ri, "Away with them!" said his Lordship, flicking the ashes off a cigarette as he rose and walked hurriedly out of the room. XIII The waiting guards laid hold of us in a twinkling, and others came crowding the doors. They shackled our hands behind us, and covered our eyes again. Dark misgivings of what was to come filled me, but I bore all in silence. They shoved us roughly out of doors, and there I could tell they were up to no child's play. A loud jeer burst from the mouths of many as we came staggering out. I could hear the voices of a crowd. They hurried us into a carriage. "We demand the prisoners!" a man shouted near me. Then I could hear them scuffling with the guards, who, I doubt not, were doing their best to hold them back. In a moment I knew the mob had possession of us and the soldiers were being hustled away. |
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