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The cigar fell from Sir Jasper's lips, 'Good God, woman! Are you attempting to bri- '
At this point Sir Jasper leapt from his chair with a terrible yowl, upsetting the table and sending his top hat flying across the room as he frantically beat at the front of his trousers. The cigar, nowhere to be seen, must have fallen through his waistcoat and down into the interior of his trousers, for Sir Jasper continued to beat at his crotch, while turning in small agitated circles, his legs pumping up and down as though dancing on the spot. Then his foot caught the leg of the upturned table and, losing his balance, he landed in Ha
Ha
Ha
If Sir Jasper was conscious of this coarse attempt at humour he gave no sign of it. As though caught within a collapsed tent he was struggling wildly to find his way out of the folds of Ha
He removed a hand from his crotch and grabbed the cigar from Ha
'Damnation and blast! I have an appointment at four of the clock and ca
'Why, sir, it is not much of a mend,' Ha
'Keep your filthy harlot's hands off me!' Sir Jasper said fearfully, backing still further away from Ha
'Tut, tut!' Ha
Sir Jasper looked at Ha
Ha
'Come now, sir, it is to mendin' we must now pay our attention.' She waited with her hand placed on her shoulder ready to receive the recently damaged garment.
Sir Jasper found it impossible to be in opposition to Ha
Sir Jasper, quite breathless, seated himself upon Ha
'Quickly! We must 'urry to mendin', or you'll catch yer death,' Ha
She had already prepared the needle and thread from her bag. Now she took the trousers from Sir Jasper, and quickly turning them inside out blew the cigar ash from the surface of the cloth, and commenced to work upon the hole, gathering its edges together and stitching it in the ma
From the corner of her eye she now observed that Sir Jasper had come to stand close to her shoulder and was breathing heavily. She turned slightly towards him and was confronted by his stiffened prod almost touching the edge of her bo
'Well, well, what 'ave we 'ere?' Ha
'Yes, yes, please, na
Ha
'Ooh! Oooh! Oh, God! Oooh!' Sir Jasper moaned.
Then she withdrew her tongue. 'We'll not be 'earing any more of bribery charges, will we now, ya naughty boy?' Ha
'No, na
Ha
'Oh, Jesus! No! No more of hanging!' Sir Jasper whimpered. 'I beseech yoooou!'
'Swear it as an English gentleman, upon the 'ead o' the King 'imself!' Her tongue flicked out and licked invitingly at her lips then, darting further, playing mischievously with the tip of her nose.
'I swear as a gentleman, upon His Majesty's head,' Sir Jasper gasped. 'Please, na