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"Say, Master Waller, you and me has had some games in these 'ere woods in our time, ar'n't us?" "Yes, Bunny! Hundreds." "But this 'ere's quite a new un, eh?" "New indeed, Bunny." "Ay, and I'm beginning to like it, too, lad. Well, I suppose I must be off." "But, Bunny, may I depend on you that you will keep this a secret?" "May you depend on me, lad? Why, ar'n't I said it?

Toims 'ee goes off stamrin' and starin' at nowt, as if 'ee a'nt a n'aporth o' sense. How'siver I be doing my duty by 'em and 'ere's 'is porritch when a' cooms 'gin a' be sick or maad." What the American understood of the girl's speech and manner struck her as having very little sympathy with either her aged relative or her present visitor.

"That second cup of Adam's ale was better than the first," he said appreciatively, "and this 'ere's the best banana I ever nibbled. We used to say at home that they was like tallow candle and sleepy pear, but this one my word, it's heavenly!"

Because 'e carries on so, all about a Eve w'y, theer ain't a woman breathin' as is worth a man's troublin' 'is lead over, no, nor never will be yet 'ere's Black Jarge ready ah! an' more than willin' to get 'isself 'ung, an' all for a wench a Eve " "Get, himself hanged?" I repeated.

Just came out here for a little fresh air, you know, with no definite plans," explained the stranger. "Hop in," said Bub and for a time they rode together in silence. "This 'ere's the Huddle, as we're comin' to," announced the boy. "Ol' Miss' Parsons she sometimes takes boarders." "That's kind of her," remarked the stranger. "But the air isn't so good as further up the hill."

Tom might well exclaim, for with the house rocking frightfully, now came from outside the peal as of a thousand thunders, accompanied by the clang of bell, the crash of falling walls, the sharp cracking and splitting of woodwork, and the yelling and shrieking of people running to and fro. "So this ere's a native storm, Mas'r Harry?" shouted Tom to me during a pause. "No!"

Two men who had eaten to repletion could not hope to occupy the same apartment. One had a choice of going to bed hungry or of eating heartily and sleeping outside on the firing-bench. "'Ere's a funny thing," he said. "W'y do you suppose they makes the dugouts open at one end?" I had no explanation to offer. "Crawl inside an' I'll show you."

'Ere's the inspectors; we shall know more in a bit." Two inspectors had come up and were talking to the constables who guarded the gate. The little fat man ran eagerly forward, saying that she had bought the key of him. "I remember the number, because of it's being three one's and three three's 111333!" he exclaimed excitedly. An inspector put him aside.

"No, no; I must practise what I preach. I shall soon be rousing the people on the liquor question, too." "Well, 'ere's luck," said Joe, draining the glass. "Will you 'ave a slice of 'am?" "That would not be amiss," said Mr. Lavender, taking Joe's knife with the slice of ham upon its point.

Instantly two ugly black and white spotted cats dived into the little cabin and brought out an armful of neat, black, cloth bags with drawing strings in them. "One moment," commanded Mittens in a very stern voice, "any plunder?" Growler, the mate, bowed low before his chief. "'Ere's a werry 'andsome weapon, sir," said he, handing over Rudolf's sword.