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"I've got something to tell you, Alf," he ses, arter they 'ad said "How d'ye do?" and he 'ad talked about the weather until Alf was fair tired of it. "I've been and gone and done a foolish thing, and 'ow you'll take it I don't know." "Been and asked the new 'ousekeeper to marry you, I s'pose?" ses Alf, looking at 'im very hard. His uncle shook his 'ead.
"He's orl right, sir," sung out the costermonger. "He is a bit queer in the 'ead, but he's a scholar, and fair on his uppers. Speak up, Joe." "You see, my friends are willing to give me a character, sir," the man remarked, with a ghost of a smile. "My name is Edward Owston. I was clerk at a large drapery firm, Messrs. Appleby, Sons, and Dawson, in St. Paul's Churchyard, for fourteen years.
And she began to talk about Life, and wot a strange thing it was; and 'ow the river would go on flowing down to the sea thousands and thousands o' years arter we was both dead and forgotten. If it hadn't ha' been for her little 'ead leaning agin my shoulder I should have 'ad the creeps.
A man close to me picks up a black gun-wad an' sings out, 'I have ut, 'Good may ut do you. sez I. The coolie wint forward to this big, fine, red man, who threw a cloth off av the most sumpshus, jooled, enamelled an' variously bedivilled sedan-chair I iver saw." "Sedan-chair! Put your 'ead in a bag. That was a palanquin. Don't yer know a palanquin when you see it?" said Ortheris with great scorn.
"Well, all I can say is, Bill," ses Ginger, "all I can say is, it's very disobligin' of you." "Disobligin'?" ses Bill, with a start; "don't say that, mate." "I must say it," ses Ginger, speaking very firm. "You needn't take a lot, Bill," ses Sam; "nobody wants you to do that. Just drink in moderation, same as wot we do." "It gets into my 'ead," ses Bill, at last.
He said his nevvy, the footman, heard the front door-bell ring just as he was getting into bed last night, and Miss Gresley come in without her hat, with the snow upon her. The coachman said as she must ha' run afoot all the way." Abel looked anxiously at Mrs. Gresley. "I was just thinking," he said, "as perhaps the little lady wasn't quite right in her 'ead.
"Why then foller me, sir, front door takes you into Gray's Inn Lane by your left turn and 'Olborn lays straight afore you, this way, sir." But, being come to the front door of the "Gun," Barnabas paused upon the threshold, lost in abstraction again, and staring at nothing in particular while the big Corporal watched him with a growing uneasiness. "Is it your 'ead, sir?" he inquired suddenly.
"Don't ask me wot 'e said," ses Miss Tucker, tossing her 'ead. "Not liking to be beat, I 'ad one more try with a young fellow named Charlie Webb." "Wot 'appened to 'im?" ses Peter Russet, arter waiting a bit for 'er to finish. "I can't bear to talk of it," ses Miss Tucker, holding up Ginger's glass and giving the counter a wipe down.
"Wot'll be the end of it I don't know," said Mr. Wilks, laying a hand, which still trembled, on the other' knee. "It's got about that she saved my life by 'er careful nussing, and the way she shakes 'er 'ead at me for risking my valuable life, as she calls it, going up to London, gives me the shivers." "Nonsense," said Hardy; "she can't marry you against your will. Just be distantly civil to her."
Her face was so close to his, that, thinking that she 'ad put it there a-purpose, he kissed it, and the next moment 'e got a clout that made his 'ead ring. "'Ow dare you!" she ses, jumping up with a scream. "'Ow dare you! 'Ow dare " "Wot's the matter?" ses her mother, coming downstairs like a runaway barrel of treacle.
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