United States or Cayman Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
'ow that puts me in mind of my pore 'usband," chirped the cricket; "bein' a printer, and accustomed like a howl to the darkness, when 'e was 'ome for the night 'e walked up and down till 'e wore out the carpet, bein' an expensive one, as I 'ad on my marriage, an' the only way I could stop 'im was by givin' 'im something soothin', which you, sir, ought to try whisky 'ot, with lemon and sugar but I've 'eard tell as chloroform "
I've 'eard tell of stowaways, but never as I remember of a pair as 'ad the use of the captain's cabin, and 'im a widower with an extry bunk still fitted for the deceased. O' course we'll 'ave to smuggle yer away somewheres before the old man comes aboard. But the mate'll do that easy. 'E promised me." "Bill, you are an angel!"
You might do worse, you know, than make a friend of me." "You won't publish them?" "Certainly not. I shall only refer to them." Then Lopez pulled a bundle of papers out of his pocket. "There they are," he said. "Well," said Slide, when he had read them; "it is one of the rummest transactions I ever 'eard of. Why did 'e send the money? That's what I want to know.
"She couldn't 'ave a better husband," ses Charlie, whispering again; "but where is Mrs. Jennings's young man? I 'eard he was to be here." Mr. White put down 'is knife and fork. "Eh?" he ses, staring at 'im. "Mrs. Jennings's intended?" ses Charlie. "Who are you getting at?" ses Mr. White, winking at 'im. "But she 'as got one, ain't she?" ses Charlie. "That'll do," ses Mr. White, with another wink.
Stopping at last before the only object which seemed unchanged, he said: "Can you tell me where the Ministry is?" The officer looked down at him. "What for?" "For speaking about the country." "Ministry of Propagation? First on the right, second door on the left." "Thank you. The Police are wonderful." "None of that," said the officer coldly. "I only said you were wonderful." "I 'eard you."
My uncle insist that I take it. What choice? I took it. It is the post which I still 'old. He ordered another liqueur brandy and gulped it down. 'The name is familiar to you, monsieur? You 'ave 'eard of M. Sartines? 'I don't think I have. Who is he? 'He is a man of letters, a savant. For five years he has been occupied upon a great work.
"I took it a bit easier going to Bridge Street, but the evening seemed 'otter than ever, and by the time I got to the 'ouse I was pretty near done up. A nice, tidy-looking woman opened the door, but she was a' most stone deaf, and I 'ad to shout the name pretty near a dozen times afore she 'eard it. "'He don't live 'ere, she ses. "''As he moved? I ses. 'Or wot?
"It was my mistake, mate," ses the chap who 'ad spilt the beer. "You get outside," I ses. "Go on, both of you, afore I put you out." They gave one look at me, standing there with my fists clenched, and then they went out like lambs, and I 'eard 'em trot round the corner as though they was afraid I was following.
"Wot d'y want with me?" he demanded sulkily. "Where did you find that brooch?" "I prigged it from Mr. Beecot's pocket when he wos smashed." "Did Mr. Hay tell you to steal it?" "No, he didn't." "Then how did you know the brooch was in my pocket?" asked Paul. "I was a-dodgin' round the shorp," snapped Tray, "and I 'eard Mr. Norman an' Mr. Beecot a-talkin' of the brooch; Mr.
He said that it wanted more fresh air and exercise; but when he 'eard 'ow George Barstow come by it he said that p'r'aps it would live longer indoors arter all. At last one day, when George Barstow 'ad been living on the fat o' the land for nearly three years, that cat got out agin.
Word Of The Day