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The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown |
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"What," said Brown, after a dead pause, and with eyes that seemed slowly rising out of his head, "What in heaven's name is this?" "What is it?" repeated Northover, cocking his eyebrow with amusement. "It's your account, of course." "My account!" The Major's ideas appeared to be in a vague stampede. "My account! And what have I got to do with it?" "Well," said Northover, laughing outright, "naturally I prefer you to pay it." The Major's hand was still resting on the back of the chair as the words came. He scarcely stirred otherwise, but he lifted the chair bodily into the air with one hand and hurled it at Northover's head. The legs crashed against the desk, so that Northover only got a blow on the elbow as he sprang up with clenched fists, only to be seized by the united rush of the rest of us. The chair had fallen clattering on the empty floor. "Let me go, you scamps," he shouted. "Let me--" "Stand still," cried Rupert authoritatively. "Major Brown's action is excusable. The abominable crime you have attempted--" "A customer has a perfect right," said Northover hotly, "to question an alleged overcharge, but, confound it all, not to throw furniture." "What, in God's name, do you mean by your customers and overcharges?" shrieked Major Brown, whose keen feminine nature, steady in pain or danger, became almost hysterical in the presence of a long and exasperating mystery. "Who are you? I've never seen you or your insolent tomfool bills. I know one of your cursed brutes tried to choke me--" |
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