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A furious blizzard was raging. Six or eight miners of various ages were huddled around the stove in a little road-house where they were likely to remain storm-bound for several days. "Chuck some more wood into that bloomin' fire and fill up my pipe if you fellers want a yarn from me," said one, when they had besieged him for a story with which to pass the time.
"More bloomin' tracks," the costermonger interrupted, and spat upon the floor. "Fair sickens me, it does." "As for tracts," Brooks continued, calmly, "I don't think I've ever read one in my life, and I don't want to.
I up with my gun at a Burman Who carried a bloomin' dah, But the cartridge stuck and the bay'nit bruk, An' all I got was the scar. Chorus. Ho! don't you aim at a Afghan When you stand on the sky-line clear; An' don't you go for a Burman If none o' your friends is near.
W'en yer convalescin', 'ave a pint of ale at the W'ite Lion fer me." "An' a good feed o' fish an' chips fer me, Sammy. Mind yer foot! There's a 'ole just 'ere!" "'Ere comes old Sid! W'ere you caught it, mate?" "In me bloomin' shoulder. It ain't 'arf givin' it to me!" "Never you mind, Sid! Blightey fer you, boy!" "Hi, Sid! Tell me old lady I'm still up an' comin', will you?
"But, crikey, sir!" said Joe, "five dollars every time I " "Yus, yus, you bloomin' hadjective two dollars fifty for each of us! 'Urry up, oh, 'urry up afore 'e changes 'is mind an' begins to 'edge."
I shuddered, but Landers leaned over the table and said to me, sotto voce: "McHenry's tellin' his usual bloody lie. Brown got the vanilla all right, but what he did was to have the bloomin' Chink consign it to him proper', and not give him a receipt.
A bloomin' 'asty puddin' was that tournamong, but it wasn't so bloomin' 'asty that the Subadar and William Connor didn't finish what they started for to do when the day was young." "Did Janders stick the b'y?" asked Coolin, who had just come in from Suakim with the Commissariat camels. "Shure, I hope to God he didn't!" He was pale and wild of eye.
"And perhaps the other one's gone for the police!" Mike suggested uneasily. "Guess we've lost the hand, Neddy! Best be moving, eh? It's no go for to-night." "Catch me trying the bloomin' place any other night!" grumbled Neddy. "It's given me the 'orrors, and no mistake." Mike Mr. Percy Bennett, that erstwhile gentlemanly stranger recognized one of his failures.
Won the Brighton Beach overnight sweepstakes in nineteen an' four. Ho, yuss. Just a little off his oats, but a bloomin' good 'orse." Garrison turned, speaking mechanically. "I wonder do you think I'm a fool! Sysonby himself won the Brighton sweepstakes in nineteen-four. It was the beginning of his racing career, and an easy win. This animal here is a plug; an out-and-out plug of the first water.
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