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Good gracious! it's going to be awful; I know it is! exclaimed Mr. Toosypegs, wiping his face with the cuff of his coat.
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And how I'm ever going to get through with it, I'm sure I don't know. I wish to goodness I had never said nothing about it! If only knew any man that's in the habit of proposing, he could tell me how they do it, and then I wouldn't mind. But now--by granny! I've a good mind to turn, and go right back to Dismal Hollow. But then, the admiral--what will he say? Well, I don't care what he says. How would he like to go and pop the question himself, I wonder? By gracious! I will go back. It's no use thinking about it; for I'd sooner be chawed alive by rattlesnakes, and then kicked to death by grasshoppers, than go and tell Miss Pet the way I feel. I couldn't tell her the way I feel; it's the most peculiar sensation ever was. And them black eyes of hers! Land of hope and blessed promise! the way they do go right through a fellow's vest-pattern! How in the world so many men can manage to get married is more than I know; for I'd sooner march up to the muzzle of a pistol while Old Nick held the trigger, than go and do it! Whoa, Charlie! Turn round. I'm going home to Dismal Hollow!