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He might well have thought at first that the sleeve was empty, such a very stick of bone and skin was the arm he grasped within it. "Here, Bill, help us to dig him out, poor chap!" "Is he dead?" asked Bill, leaving the horses' heads. "Dead! he's bound to be dead, under all that weight. But how the dickens did he get into the cart? Guess we didn't shovel him in, eh; we'd have seen him?"
"Aye, for sure," replied Allerdyke. "Come into this corner we'll have a glass of sherry it's early for lunch yet. Those reports, eh? About Fullaway and Delkin, you mean?" "Just so," said Appleyard, settling himself in the corner of a lounge and lighting the cigarette which Allerdyke offered him. "They're ordinary business reports, you know, got through the usual channels.
Donnegan shrugged his shoulders. "And above all, I need a fighter. Then I watched your eyes and your hands. The first were direct and yet they were alert. And your hands were perfectly steady." "Qualifications for a fighter, eh?" "Do you wish further proof?" "Well?" "What of the fight to the death which you went through this same night?" Donnegan started.
And me, like a fool, suspecting nothing, off I goes! There's the stuff!" viciously flinging the chemist's parcel on to the floor. "Eh! Miss Molly'll have more than a headache to face, I'm thinking!" "But she mustn't, Jane! We've got to get her back, somehow." Though Sara spoke with such assured conviction, she was inwardly racked with anxiety. What could they do two forlorn women?
I suppose it must be sulphur, eh? You're a chemist. Sulphur best, eh?" "Yes, I should think sulphur." "Nothing better?" "Right. That's your job. That's all right. Get as much sulphur as you can saltpetre to make it burn. Sent? Charing Cross. Right away. See they do it. Follow it up. Anything?" He thought a moment. "Plaster of Paris any sort of plaster bung up nest holes you know.
He always spoke at the top of his voice, and always said the same thing half-a-dozen times. ‘How are you, my hearty?’ ‘How do you do, Mr. Budden?—pray take a chair!’ politely stammered the discomfited Minns. ‘Thank you—thank you—well—how are you, eh?’
"Eh, but that would be a fine word, Andra, a fine word. Yes, He would be doing that once, but that would not be His spirit, ah, no indeed! For He was led as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so He opened not His mouth! Eh, eh, and yet He would be the Master o' the whole Universe!"
He held her for a space in silence, patting her shoulder reassuringly. But it was not in him to be silent for long. After a few seconds he was speaking again with cheery confidence. "Let's get out of this ghastly place! The rest of the party must be coming along now. It was a nasty experience, wasn't it? But you're getting better, eh? That chap with the gun came up just in time to save my bacon.
Above all, try to be respectful and cautious with the old prince." "If he starts a row I'll go away," said Prince Anatole. "I can't bear those old men! Eh?" "Remember, for you everything depends on this." In the meantime, not only was it known in the maidservants' rooms that the minister and his son had arrived, but the appearance of both had been minutely described.
"Eh, but it must have been bad last March, when our people won the victory at Tamai, and they thought at Khartoum that they were coming across to them," said Macintosh. "And then to hear they had gone awa again, and left them without a bit of help but themselves." "Sure, won't they be glad when they hear our guns!" cried Grady.
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