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This rite was always insisted upon before the artiste could proceed, though she obviously enjoyed it almost as much as we did. She might probably be amused to know that such is fame! amongst the thousands of troops who heard her recite she was always known as "Lizzie 'Arris."
And, mind you, they haven't raised our pay; no war wages in the police. So far as I can see, there's only one good result of the war the burglaries are off. But there again, you wait a bit and see if we don't have a prize crop of 'm, or my name's not 'Arris." "You must have an awfully exciting life!" said Noel.
"We thought you were a friend of ours back view only and at a distance, you know but you're not very like him, really, in the face. His name's Bourne." "Mine's 'Arris," said the bicycle owner, angrily. "A very nice name, too;" said Grim, soothingly. "You'd better see what's the damage to the machine for we must be trotting back to St. Amory's." Mr. Harris spun the pedals and tried the wheels.
Campbell-Bannerman one of the wittiest men in the House, though you would take him for a very serious Scotchman without a joke in him, at first sight expressed his satisfaction to find that there was such a person as Mr. Wyndham, as he had been inclined to rank him with Mrs. 'Arris and other mythical personages of whom history speaks. Mr.
The international susceptibilities of Sheriff DRURIOLANUS henceforth to bear the Anglo-French title, Monsieur le Shérif 'Arris de Paris, or 'Arry de Parry, appear to have been considerably hurt by a statement in the Débats to the effect that the appearance in the London streets of men dressed as Gendarmes "en gendarmes français," writes MOSSOO DRURIOLANE intended as perambulating advertisements for the Waterloo Panorama, was due to a supreme effort of his managerial genius. So Shérif DRURIOLANE wrote at once to the London Correspondent of the Figaro, who bears the singularly French name of JOHNSON, denying, in his very best French, that he, M. le Shérif, had had anything to do with these walking advertisements, or, indeed, with the Panorama Company at all, from which he had retired a year ago. Then he adds, like the preux chevalier he is known to be, that had he still been on the direction of the aforesaid Compagnie, he, at all events, would never, never have committed the enormity of even suggesting, however vaguely, an idea so calculated to needlessly insult "les susceptibilités françaises." ("Hear! hear!" and "Très bien!" from the left.) Then M. le Shérif DRURIOLANE, rising to the occasion, finishes with this magnificent flourish on the French horn "Je suit né en France" (Isn't it very much "to his credit," we ask with W.S.G., that, "In spite of all temptations, To belong to other nations, He remains an Englishman?" Why, certainly) "j'ai vécu parmi les Français, et je suis
The paper's been full of this murder, but I would 'a' scorned to talk to you about it." "I don't think Blake meant any harm," said Norah. "He didn't say so very much. I don't suppose he'd have mentioned it, only that Mr. Harris is supposed to have come our way, and even that doesn't seem certain." "'Arris 'as baffled the police," said Mrs.
"Only this: Bob died on the troop-ship coming home; that's all". "But you could write old Harris to open your letter to Bob, and act on it, or else hand it over to your father". "My word, but haven't I wrote? Old 'Arris is either dead and buried, or gorn away, or somethin'. I've waited a year and nine months good God! and no answer yet". "Poor Fred! I could weep blood for you. Believe in God!"
Then, emerging upon a platform of slabs, from which the jump into the infirmary exercise-yard is twenty feet, Hogarth leapt. The Cockney stood hesitating on the brink. "As sure as my name's 'Arris, you'll be the bloomin' ruin of me..." he said aloud. "Sh-h-h", went Hogarth, "one more word, and I leave or knock you speechless".
"An' you'd 'ave bin joined by a Dutch dodger and settled down on a Vaal sheep-farm, if the order 'adn't come 'ummin' along the wire from 'Eadquarters that said, 'Jane 'Arris, you're to 'ave this bloke, and no other. Till Death do you part. Everlasting Amen!" There was so strong a flavour of Church about the final sentence that Mrs. Keyse could not keep admiration out of her eyes.
He says he thinks it's time he was home, with murderers roaming about the district!" and Norah executed a few steps of a Highland fling, greatly to the edification of the blacksmith. "Dear sakes alive!" said Mrs. Brown, truculently. "I think there are enough of us at the station to look after you, murderer or no murderer not as 'ow but that 'Arris must be a nasty creature!
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