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"Mrs. Dale, it is not my fault. I have asked Rickeybockey, time out of mind. But I suppose I am not fine enough for those foreign chaps. He'll not come, that's all I know." "Really, Squire, we had better give up playing if you put out my partner in this extraordinary way, jabber, jabber, jabber!" SQUIRE. "Well, we must be good children, Harry. What! trumps, Barney? Thank ye for that!"
'There ought to be chances for chaps like you, I said, 'without the accident of a job such as this. 'Oh, as long as I get it, what matter? But I know what you mean. There must be hundreds of chaps like me I know a good many myself who know our coasts like a book shoals, creeks, tides, rocks; there's nothing in it, it's only practice. They ought to make some use of us as a naval reserve.
"You mind your own business," said Bet, shaking her off roughly. "Well there's a mischief brewing, and I saw what I saw. Don't you say as you wasn't warned; and ef the two little chaps come to grief, it ain't Louisa Perkins' fault." These last words alarmed Bet.
"He don't know I'm a thief," he thought. Ready bit angrily at coat and trousers. "Be a man, and come home." Yarrow understood. He caught his breath, as he went along, holding by the fence now and then. "It's the chance!" he said. "And Martha! It's Martha and the little chaps!" But he was not sure. He was yet so near to the place where it would have been forever too late.
"The poor foreign dey-vil that made it," went on Swithin, "asked me five hundred I gave him four. It's worth eight. Looked half-starved, poor dey-vil!" "Ah!" chimed in Nicholas suddenly, "poor, seedy-lookin' chaps, these artists; it's a wonder to me how they live.
And as he stood in the dim, shadowy, overhung path the word was passed along to the rear, and the dull sound of footsteps died out. "Bravo!" whispered Punch. "They are beginning to understand English after all. I say, ain't that our chaps coming back?" Pen heard nothing for a few moments.
"The monkey wouldn't climb up to the window of my apartment to collect nickels for the vilest hand-organ music a man ever heard, even in a nightmare." "Phil Quentin, you are manufacturing that dream as you sit here. Wait till you know him better and you will like him." "His friends, too? One of those chaps looks as if he might throw a bomb with beautiful accuracy the Laselli duke, I think.
Then his fringed buckskin "chaps" went; in their place a pair of dreadful grey cloth trousers. Little Wolf-Willow made no comment, but he kept his eyes and ears open, and mastered a few important words of English, which, however, he kept to himself as yet.
"Rubber nuts gums and so on," he said. "But our real future is cotton. I grew fifty acres of it last year in my District." "My District!" said his father. "Hear him, Mummy!" "I did though! I wish I could show you the sample. Some Manchester chaps said it was as good as any Sea Island cotton on the market." "But what made you a cotton-planter, my son?" she asked. "Ah! What was your Chief like?"
Fancy his having to pay half his income in pensions to chaps who could have had him out of his town or country mansion and popped into gaol in a jiffy. And found out at last! Them tales set you thinking. Once I was an idle young scaramouch. But you can buy every idea that's useful to you for a penny. I tried the halfpenny journals. Cheapness ain't always profitable.
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