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Ha, ha! Turned you down, eh? Poor old Brandy! You're my best friend, and dammit I'm sorry. I mean to say," he went on in some embarrassment, "I'm sorry for you. Of course, you can hardly expect me to er " "Certainly not," accepted Booth amiably. "I quite understand." "Then, since she's refused you, you might wish ME better luck." "That would mean giving up hope." "Hope?" exclaimed Leslie quickly.
"An' now, chil'en, efn yer be like Brer Dan'l, an' say yer prars, an' put yer pen'ence in de Lord, yer needn be er fyeard uv no lions; de Lord, he'll take cyar uv yer, an' he'll be mighty proud ter do it. "Now," continued the old man, "we'll close dis meet'n by singing uv er hymn, an' den yer kin all go.
Jennings, taking hold of Charlie's arm. "I don't say things about your young man." Charlie Brice started as if he 'ad been shot, and twice he opened 'is mouth to speak and show Mrs. Jennings 'er mistake; but, wot with trying to find 'is voice in the fust place, and then finding words to use it with in the second, he didn't say anything.
Hardy gave him what comfort he could. He even went the length of saying that Mrs. Silk was a fine woman. "She acts like a suffering martyr," exclaimed Mr. Wilks. "She comes over 'ere dropping hints that people are talking about us, and that they ask 'er awkward questions.
Cake an' pie, it's likely they must have in the house er they think they're not eatin'." Murphy talked as he worked, putting the tools in a pile ready to be carried to camp, picking up pieces of rope and wire and boards and nails, and laying a plank roof over the windlass and weighting it with rocks.
It was a surprise to discover that I had, at the same time, been mentioning it to Elizabeth as well. 'Nice wife she'd make him, continued the irrepressible Elizabeth, 'a flipperty-flapperty piece o' goods like 'er. 'We will have cheese straws after the sweet, Elizabeth, I said in tones of chill rebuke. 'Right-o, 'm. Well, wot are you goin' to do about it? 'Do about what? 'Mr.
Of all the nice-mannered, soft-spoken landladies I've ever seen, she was the best, and on'y to 'ear the way she answered her 'usband when he spoke to 'er was a pleasure to every married man in the bar. Mr. John Blows stood listening to the foreman with an air of lofty disdain.
What I want to know is, who else lives here?" "Only her and Sister Martha and me," says I. "Martha, eh?" says he. "Still alive, is she? Well, well! And Zenobia now, is she er a good deal like her sister?" "About as much as Z is like M," says I. "She's a live one, Aunt Zenobia is, if that's what you're gettin' at." "Thank you," says he. "That is it exactly. And I am glad to hear it.
"Noise enough for a gang of crows " Surgeon-Captain Blake of the Royal Army Medical Corps had just left the Hospital, having been sent for by the night Nursing Sister. The men sprang to attention and the Sergeant saluted. "Drunk sentry left 'is post, Sir," he gabbled. "'Spose the Dead 'Ole er Morshuerry, that is, Sir, got on 'is nerves. 'E's given to secret boozin', Sir "
By way of a change she crossed her hands and played the air in the bass. "She does play well, doesn't she?" Mrs. Hodges remarked to Philip. "And what's more she's never 'ad a lesson in 'er life; it's all ear." Miss Bennett liked dancing and poetry better than anything in the world.
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