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In the mornin' 'e come as usual, with 'is pretty blind smile, an' I ses to 'im: 'Elbert, I ses, 'You ain't a crool boy, are you? You wouldn't do anythink to 'urt me? Lookin' at 'im, I couldn't believe it. ''Urt you? 'e ses quite 'appily; 'an' why wouldn't I 'urt you? I'd as lief send you to the Devil as not, 'e ses. Well, cocky, I don't mind tellin' you I lost me 'ead at that.
"You're just cuttin' capers, Tim, becuz you've heard that we're takin' the war-path quit pullin' me, you big Irish elephant! Is it true we're takin' the war-path?" "How do I know?" cried Murphy; but the twinkle in his blue eyes betrayed him; "bedad, 'tis home to the purty lasses we go this blessed day, f'r the crool war is over, an' the King's got the pip, an " "Murphy!" I said.
"Here you are then," said the mate, his face clearing. "I began to think you weren't coming." "I'm not," said the skipper; "I've got the gout crool bad. My darter here's going to take my place, an' I'm going to take it easy in bed for a bit." "I'll go an' make it for you," said the mate. "I mean my bed at home," said the skipper sharply. "I want good nursing an' attention."
"An' at that the man put his hands on his knees an' leaned sort o' hunchin' forward. "'Calliope! he says. "It was him, sure enough Calvert Oldmoxon. Same big, wide-apart, lonesome eyes an' kind o' crooked frown. His hair was gray, an' so was his pointed beard, an' he was crool thin. But I'd 'a' known him anywheres. "Calliope, she just stood still.
She moved faster still when the real dog, a fair-sized animal of uncertain breed, wearing a stout muzzle, broke away from the "crool slave masters" and dashed towards her, and just as she lit on the last cake of ice it gave way.
Wot are you talking about? It can't be it's too crool!" He made such a noise that the landlord wot was waiting for 'is money, asked 'im wot he meant by it, and, arter he 'ad explained, I'm blest if the landlord didn't advise him to search me. I stood still and let George go through my pockets, and then I told 'im I 'ad done with 'im and I never wanted to see 'im agin as long as I lived.
"There's six weeks' hard for refoosing dooty," argued Knowles, "I mind I once seed in Cardiff the crew of an overloaded ship leastways she weren't overloaded, only a fatherly old gentleman with a white beard and an umbreller came along the quay and talked to the hands. Said as how it was crool hard to be drownded in winter just for the sake of a few pounds more for the owner he said.
'Tis hard crool hard even for us. Fwhat must it be for these? Wake up, Nonie, your mother will be woild about you. Begad, the child might ha' fallen into the ditch! He picked her up in the growing light, and set her on his shoulder, and her fair curls touched the grizzled stubble of his temples. Ortheris and Learoyd followed snapping their fingers, while Norah smiled at them a sleepy smile.
Was he going to fall? Before Patsy could do anything he recovered himself and spoke. "You have business with me?" he said to the tramp. "Yes, sir." Mr. Baker was suddenly cringingly respectful. "I came 'ere to talk business an' was set upon by this yere man o' yourn somethink crool. I'd sack him if I was you. Your 'orses wouldn't be safe with 'im, 'im bein' so 'ot-tempered."
I remember old Joe Riley goin' inter the stable one day to a brown mare as 'ad a derry on 'im 'cause 'e flogged 'er crool. Well, wot does she do? She squeezes 'im up agin the side o' the stable, an' nearly stiffens 'im afore 'e cud git out. My oath, she did!"
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