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"The Gaffer has told me partic'lar to see that the 'gals' all had partners, and just look down that 'ere room; 'alf of that lot 'aven't been on their legs yet. 'Ere's a partner for you," and the butler pulled a young gamekeeper towards a young girl who had just arrived.
Then he recovered himself, and turning, softly retraced his steps so as not to disturb her. Who she was he had no idea, and was still wondering, when he met Uncle Terry, who at once invited him into the house. "This 'ere's Mr. Albert bowed, and was surprised to see her advance and greet him with a cordial handshake.
Just as they were going on board, a negro woman with two children came near, and, dropping a courtesy, said: "Skuse, Missis. Dis ere's Chloe. Please say Ise yer nigger! Do, Missis!" Flora seized the black woman's hand, and pressed it, while she whispered: "Do, Mamita! They're going to sell her, you know." She took the children by the hand, and hurried forward without waiting for an answer.
Any other topic you would like to sudgest, the ryne-gyge, the lightnin'-rod, Shykespeare, or the musical glasses? 'Ere's conversation on tap. Put a penny in the slot, and ... 'ullo! 'ere they are!" he cried. "Now or never! is 'e goin' to shoot?" And the little man straightened himself into an alert and dashing attitude, and looked steadily at the enemy.
'Ere 's Joe been knockin' ye down an' knockin' ye down, an' you comin' up smilin' for more an' gettin' it 'ere's Joe been a-poundin' of ye all over the ring, yet you can finish strong an' speedy enough to put Joe down blimy, Guv, you're a wonder an' no error!" "I don't think Joe fought his hardest, Old Un."
Panic!!" bawls a large boy, who beats his small rivals ruthlessly aside and makes his way to Lockwin. The man is still trembling. He is trying to put away his worthless bank-book and cannot gain the entrance of the pocket. "'Ere's your panic! Buy of me, mister. Say, mister, won't you buy of me? Ah! git out, you great big coward!" It is the sympathetic Corkey, smartly cuffing the invader.
"This 'ere's a time for joy and thanks, an' nuffin' else. Bless the Lord, I knowed He'd keep an eye on to th' ole house. Didn't I tell ye that boy'd bring us good luck? It's all on his account the house a'n't tore down, an' I consider it a mighty Providence from fust to last. Wasn't I right, when I said I guessed I'd have faith, an' git the washin' out? Bless the Lord, I could cry!"
I saved that 'un up when I wor a lad at Mason's an' look yer, there's my mark in the corner every 'arf-crown I ever 'ad I marked like that." He held it under Isaac's staring eyes, pointing to the little scratched cross in the corner. "'Ere's another, John two on 'em," said Saunders, pulling out a second and a third. John, in a passion of hope, identified them both.
Shrig parted the kindly leaves and I beheld the form of my servant Clegg, as neat and precise in death as he had ever been in life. "Poor lad!" said Mr. Shrig, baring his head. "Ye see, 'e 'appened to love Nancy Price, sir the wictim o' Wiciousness yonder, an' 'ere's the result. Even walets has feelin's this 'un werry much so!" "Dead?" I mumbled, feeling myself suddenly faint. "Dead both?"
"Wot's the use o' worritin' 'bout these things?" said Ortheris. "You're bound to find all out quicker nor you want to, any'ow." He jerked the cartridge out of the breech-block into the palm of his hand. "Ere's my chaplain," he said, and made the venomous black-headed bullet bow like a marionette. "'E's goin' to teach a man all about which is which, an' wot's true, after all, before sundown.
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