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You 'it 'er back. Give 'er one on the boko, like this see; yer must show a bit of pluck, yer know. Liza tried to check her sobs. 'Yus, 'it 'er 'ard, that's wot yer've got ter do, said the other. 'An' if yer find she's gettin' the better on yer, you close on 'er and catch 'old of 'er 'air and scratch 'er. 'You've marked 'er with yer nails, Liza.
"Well, Miss Sara," she affirmed, "unless you've proof as strong as 'Oly Writ, as they say, I'd believe naught against Mr. Trent. Bluff and 'ard he may be in 'is manner, but after the way he conducted himself the night Miss Molly ran away, I'll never think no ill of 'im, not if it was ever so!" Sara smiled drearily. "I wish I could feel as you do, Jane dear. But Mrs. Durward knows." "Mrs. Durward!
Can't I even have me rest? 'Ow many nights am I to patrol the house? It's 'ard damn 'ard. I'm a gardener, I am; not a watchdog." "Away, insolence." Insolence, upon the stairs, morosely descending, drew aside to give room to Margaret and George. Margaret parted her lips at him in her appealing smile. "Oh, Mr. Fletcher," in her pretty way she said, "you locked me out. Indeed you did."
There's plenty o' bad people in the world beside me. Somebody came in o' nights, I suppose, an' picked the lock there's many as 'ud think nothin' of it. And it 'ud be easy done we all sleeps 'ard." "Bessie!" cried Mary Anne, outraged by something in her tone, "aren't yer sorry for 'im?" She pointed to the haggard and trembling man. Bessie turned to her reluctantly.
"Old Nick's a toughish customer d'ye see, and a glutton for punishment; wind him, cross-buttock him or floor him wi' a leveller amidships, but he'll come up smiling next round, ready and willin' for more, an' fight back at you 'ard as ever, alas!"
While thus engaged he was saluted by an old friend, the owner of a low music-hall, who begged for a few minutes' conversation with him outside. "Ned," he said, "I'm glad I fell in with you, for I'm uncommon 'ard up just now." "I never lends money," said Ned, brusquely turning away. "'Old on, Ned, I don't want yer money, bless yer. I wants to give you money."
I whacked at it I didn't dream the old man would 'ear. I didn't even trouble to go quiet with the spade, and the thunder and lightning and 'ail seemed to excite me like. I shouldn't wonder if I was singing. I got so 'ard at it I clean forgot the thunder and the 'orse and trap. I precious soon got the box showing, and started to lift it...." "Heavy?" I said. "I couldn't no more lift it than fly.
She was now, with her new mistress and the kids, pigging you couldn't call it nothink else, not to be truthful you couldn't at the Women's Laager, along of them there dirty Dutch frows. She refrained from too candid criticism of her Walt's countrywomen, but it was proper 'ard all the same not to call crock and muck by their right names!
'I thought we shouldn't get through the dinner hour without politics if Owen was 'ere, growled Bundy. 'Bloody sickenin' I call it. 'Don't be 'ard on 'im, said Philpot. ''E's been very quiet for the last few days. 'We'll 'ave to go through it today, though, remarked Harlow despairingly. 'I can see it comin'.
"Yes, ma'am," said Billy, accepting another bun with much satisfaction, "we usually does pretty well in the Short Blue in that way, though we don't have sich grub as this to tickle our gums with. You see, we has a lot o' fresh air out on the North Sea, an' it's pretty strong air too specially when it blows 'ard.
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