I never hunt the human tiger without being armed. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. Besides, didn't I tell you that I giv' him as good as he brought—and better! I jist touched him with my 'Evenin' Star,' as I call this shillelah," said the watchman, flourishing an immense bludgeon, the knob of which appeared to be loaded with lead, "and, by Saint Patrick! down he cum'd like a bullock. " The hooting was instantaneously changed to cheers. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am.
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