Arthur Conan Doyle,
A Duet, with an Occasional Chorus…
(1899)
“ You can’t buy ’em - you must breed ’em. One shilling with the basket. I shook him in the first round, and he never rallied after.’‘You are a dear good boy. You did splendidly.’‘That’s the way to handle ’em. He saw that I was a real fizzer and full of blood. One business man can tell another at a glance.’Maude laughed, for Jack, with his cavalry swagger and a white weal all round his sunburned face to show where his chin-strap hung, looked the most unbusiness-like of mortals.‘Why did you offer forty pounds?’ she asked. ”
