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a€˜Dona€™t make that din, brother,a€™ growled the hangman, glancing with no very approving eyes at Barnaby as he spoke: a€˜I hope he dona€™t think therea€™s nothing to be done, but carrying that there piece of blue rag, like a boy at a breaking up. Youa€™re ready for action I hope, eh? You, I mean,a€™ he added, nudging Barnaby roughly with his elbow. a€˜What are you staring at? Why dona€™t you speak?a€™
Barnaby had been gazing at his flag, and looked vacantly from his questioner to Hugh.
a€˜He dona€™t understand your way,a€™ said the latter. a€˜Here, Ia€™ll explain it to him. Barnaby old boy, attend to me.a€™
a€˜Ia€™ll attend,a€™ said Barnaby, looking anxiously round; a€˜but I wish I could see her somewhere.a€™
a€˜See who?a€™ demanded Dennis in a gruff tone. a€˜You ana€™t in love I hope, brother? That ana€™t the sort of thing for us, you know. We mustna€™t have no love here.a€™
a€˜She would be proud indeed to see me now, eh Hugh?a€™ said Barnaby. a€˜Wouldna€™t it make her glad to see me at the head of this large show? Shea€™d cry for joy, I know she would. Where can she be? She never sees me at my best, and what do I care to be gay and fine if shea€™s not by?a€™
a€˜Why, what palavera€™s this?a€™ asked Mr Dennis with supreme disdain. a€˜We ana€™t got no sentimental members among us, I hope.a€™
a€˜Dona€™t be uneasy, brother,a€™ cried Hugh, a€˜hea€™s only talking of his mother.a€™
a€˜Of his what?a€™ said Mr Dennis with a strong oath.
a€˜His mother.a€™
a€˜And have I combined myself with this here section, and turned out on this here memorable day, to hear men talk about their mothers!a€™ growled Mr Dennis with extreme disgust. a€˜The notion of a mana€™s sweethearta€™s bad enough, but a mana€™s mother!a€™a€"and here his disgust was so extreme that he spat upon the ground, and could say no more.
a€˜Barnabya€™s right,a€™ cried Hugh with a grin, a€˜and I say it. Lookee, bold lad. If shea€™s not here to see, ita€™s because Ia€™ve provided for her, and sent half-a-dozen gentlemen, every one of a€™em with a blue flag (but not half as
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