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"Sonny, you kin reckon it dead sure, thar's something wrong 'bout a thing that don't explain itself." That was Old Rocky's advice, given three-and-twenty years ago-not forgotten yet, but, in this instance, respectfully ignored. It happened some years ago, and this was the way of it: the Fox of Ballybotherem having served three generations-in his native Tipperary, in Kaffraria, and in the Transvaal-seemed entitled to a rest; and when, in the half-hour before 'lights out, ' which is the Little People's particular own, the demand came from certain Autocrats of the Nightgown: "Now, tell us something else!" it occurred to the Puzzled One to tell of Jock's fight with the table leg. And that is how the trouble began
"Sonny, you kin reckon it dead sure, thar's something wrong 'bout a thing that don't explain itself." That was Old Rocky's advice, given three-and-twenty years ago-not forgotten yet, but, in this instance, respectfully ignored. It happened some years ago, and this was the way of it: the Fox of Ballybotherem having served three generations-in his native Tipperary, in Kaffraria, and in the Transvaal-seemed entitled to a rest; and when, in the half-hour before 'lights out, ' which is the Little People's particular own, the demand came from certain Autocrats of the Nightgown: "Now, tell us something else!" it occurred to the Puzzled One to tell of Jock's fight with the table leg. And that is how the trouble began
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