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"Shall I come in and 'elp you get 'im to bed?" ses Dicky Weed, 'arf crying. "No, thank you, Mr. Weed," ses Mrs. Pretty. "It's very kind of you to offer, but 'e wouldn't like any hands but mine to touch 'im. I'll send in and let you know 'ow he is fust thing in the morning." "Try and get 'old of the coat, Dicky," ses Bill Chambers, in a whisper. "Offer to mend it for 'im. It's sure to want it."
And Tommy, "We're the King's Own 'Ymn of 'Aters"; some such subtle repartee as that. "Wot's your mob?" "We're a battalion of Irish rifles." The Germans liked to provoke us by pretending that the Irish were disloyal to England. Sometimes they shouted: "Any of you from London?" "Not arf! Wot was you a-doin' of in London? Witin' tible at Sam Isaac's fish-shop?"
"'Go and tell 'im it's five quid, ses 'Arry. 'I don't mean five more, on'y four. Some people would ha' made it five, but I like to deal square and honest. "I run over for the skipper in a state of mind that don't bear thinking of, and he came back with me, 'arf crazy.
"Look here!" ses the skipper, speaking very slow, "I've got an idea, wot'll settle it p'raps. You get outside," he ses, turning sharp on the two little boys. One o' the draymen 'elped 'em to go out, and 'arf a minute arterwards a stone came over the gate and cut the potman's lip open. Boys will be boys. "Now!" ses the skipper, turning to the woman, and smiling with conceitedness.
It's a fine thing if a man can't go out for 'arf a pint without coming home and finding all the riffraff of the neighbourhood in 'is bed." "'Ow's the pore back, Bill?" inquired Mr. Flynn, with tenderness. Mr. Scutts gurgled at him. "Outside!" he said as soon as he could get his breath. "Bill," said the voice of Mrs. Scutts, outside the door. "Halloa," growled her husband.
I stepped down on to the cabin floor, and then I told 'em both wot I thought of 'em. "'Come along, Alfred, ses the gal, 'else the cook'll be back before we start. "'He's all right, ses the young man. 'Minnie's looking arter him. When I left he'd got 'arf a bottle of whisky in front of 'im. "'Still, we may as well go, ses Miss Butt. 'It seems a shame to keep the cab waiting.
If 'e 'adn't knocked me more'n 'arf silly I'd been after 'im, sharp, I tell you! and hasked 'im what 'e thought 'e was a-doin' of, but afore my senses was back agin 'e was out o' sight, clean! 'You are sure he had a bundle on his head? 'I noticed it most particular. 'How long ago do you say this was? and where? 'About a hour ago, perhaps more, perhaps less. 'Was he alone?
Mother Mawks, who had been testing the coins Liz had given her by biting them ferociously with her large yellow teeth, broke into a loud laugh. "Take it with yer! I like that! Wot imperence! Take it with yer!" Then, with her huge red arms akimbo, she added, with a grin, "Tell yer wot, if yer likes to pay me 'arf a crown, yer can 'ave it to cuddle, an' welcome!"
The pair Heaven and the laird alone know how long they had been good and faithful partners in life thereupon set to hooking at one another with their horny, dragon-like beaks, gripping with black-taloned yellow claws that even a Hercules would shake hands with just once, beating with monster wings that would knock you or me silly, snapping horny, resounding snaps, and generally "not 'arf a-carryin' on" in the approved and correct modern matrimonial manner.
"'Ye ye yes, sir, ses the lodger, who was 'arf choked. "Sam held out his 'and, and the lodger, arter saying it was only a little bit o' fun on 'is part, and telling 'im wot a fancy he 'ad taken to 'im from the fust, put Ginger's watch and chain into his 'ands and eighteen pounds four shillings and sevenpence.
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