The Way of Laughter; A Comedy of Interferences

The Way of Laughter; A Comedy of Interferences

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ... entirely of my mind. He refused to trot. An amble was all I could get out of the dear little chap, and he shook his old head as if with laughter, and seemed to say 'Go for him, Matt: don't let him go till he's down and out'; and so I kept on hammering away at your father's monstrous philosophy and all the absurd hypotheses of modern science, till his watch came out every three minutes and his face was as long as a barometer." Mary found that the curry was eatable and that the rice taken by itself was even faintly reminiscent of honey-dew and the milk of Paradise. "Presently," continued Mr. Barnet, "I challenged your father with the question, whether it was more important that he should catch a train or save his soul from intellectual perdition? He insisted that his appointment was a matter of importance. I retorted that no man of science in London could tell him what Nature was trying to tell him in the country at that very moment. 'Look at the beauty all round you, ' I cried, 'look at all the glorious order!' At last, so fearful was he of missing his train, he confided to me that his appointment had nothing to do with science or philosophy, in fact that it was a luncheon engagement at the Berkeley Restaurant. I laid the whip across the right shoulder of Toddles, and asked if Mrs. Diggle was to be there. 'She is to be my hostess, ' he replied, as grave as a judge, but as nervous as a schoolboy. Oh, the guilt on his upper lip. At that I positively jerked the bit in the iron mouth of Toddles, shouted Yoicks! cracked my whip, and away we went down the last slope of the hill like--well, like a village fire-engine." Mary smiled. "And you caught the train?" she inquired. "If you could have seen your father," replied Barnet, "rushing to the pigeon more

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  • Paperback | 68 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236667212
  • 9781236667212