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They're all that stand betune me and dis-ris-pect-ability. Av I didn't shave, I wud be torminted wid an outrajis thurrst; for there's nothin' so dhryin' to the throat as a big billy-goat beard waggin' undher the chin. Ye wudn't have me dhrink always, Dinah Shadd'? By the same token, you're kapin' me crool dhry now. Let me look at that whiskey."
He launched into a lurid account of a border hill-scuffle that his regiment had been engaged in relating all its ghastly details with great gusto. "Cleared me lance-point ten times that d'y," he remarked laconically. "Flint was aour Orf'cer Commandin' Old 'Doolally Flint' 'ard old 'ranker' 'e wos. 'E'd worked us sumphin' crool that week. Night marches an' wot not.
"It's 'ad a crool bit out of the mate's finger. Where 'ud the cat be agin that beak?" "Well, you'd lose your money," said Sam. "If you want to do the cat a kindness, every time you see him near that cage cuff his 'ed."
Yes, you can persecute me if you like, same as you do the fox, but if I live through it, as I 'ave before, I shall go 'ome to Mar, and next time you comes out I shall be there givin' my witness, de we." His face was firm and nobly resolute. "Crool, I calls it," he said. "Such a lot of you, too. Hosses and dogs, men and women, not to say perambylators.
I hope ye'll none of ye be widows. It's a crool thing. And when ye've got no children of your own, and feel, all your inside risin' to another person's, and they hate ye hate ye! Oh! Oh! There, Mr. Wilfrud, ye needn't touch me elbow. Oh, dear! look at me in the glass! and my hair! Annybody'd swear I'd been drinkin'. I won't let Pole look at me. That'd cure 'm.
When Oswald said this his eyes got waterier than ever, and he climbed down to the ground before he said "I don't care so much, but it do upset mother something crool." It is awfully difficult to console those in affliction. Oswald thought this, then he said "I say; never mind if those beastly kids won't play with you. It isn't your fault, you know."
"Just old enough to run a arrand. It was crool. Hit me out, I can tell you. That kid was all I had. Apple o' my eye, in a manner of speakin'. When it was gone there wasn't much encouragement, was there? The Favver from the Mission came jawin' as 'ow Jesus 'ad taken 'im to 'Imself. Rot!
There was an element in the female villagers' temperament which Betty had found was frequently unexpected in its breaking forth. "He's down, miss," she said. "He's down with it crool bad. There'll be no savin' of him none." Betty laid her package of sewing cotton and knitting wool quietly on the blue and white checked tablecloth. "Who is he?" she asked.
"'Well, says Shafter, 'if ye won't go in, he says, 'we'll show ye th' way, he says. An' he calls on Cap Brice, that was wan iv th' youngest an' tastiest dhressers in th' whole crool an' devastatin' war. 'Cap, he says, 'is they anny hay in th' camp? he says. 'Slathers iv it, says th' cap. 'Onless, he says, 'th' sojers et it, he says.
"I've come, miss," she said, "to see our Miss Maggie." "Miss Howland is out," said Aneta. "Oh, miss!" replied Tildy, the corners of her mouth beginning to droop, "that's crool 'ard on me. Do you think, miss, if I may make so bold as to inquire, that Miss Maggie 'll be in soon?" "I do not think so," replied Aneta; "but I can convey any message you like to her, if you will trust me."
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