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We have an acre of hot-houses, and pines as common as pays in the sayson. Our greeps weighs six pounds every bunch of 'em, and upon me honour and conscience I think our magnolias is as big as taykettles." Dobbin, who never used to "draw out" Mrs. "Hwhat's that gawky guggling about?" said Mrs. O'Dowd. "Is it his nose bleedn?
My agony, in spite of feeling Denham's hand pressing firmly on my heel, seemed to have culminated; but the worst was to come, and I shivered, for a high-pitched voice cried in Dutch: "Hwhat's all this? Didn't I tell ye to loy still and slape till it was time to start? Why, ye blundering, thick-headed idiots, you have made enough noise to rouse the Englanders."
Cos found the outer door of Strong's chambers opened, and began to thunder at the knocker. After many and fierce knocks, the inner door was partially unclosed, and Strong's head appeared. "It's oi, me boy. Hwhat's that noise, Sthrong?" asked Costigan.
"Hallo hwhat's that?" he presently said, looking up at the windows: from which some piercing shrieks issued. At the sound of the voice of a distressed female the intrepid Cos rushed up the stairs as fast as his old legs would carry him, being nearly overthrown by Strong's servant, who was descending the stair.
Cos found the outer door of Strong's chambers opened, and began to thunder at the knocker. After many and fierce knocks, the inner door was partially unclosed, and Strong's head appeared. "It's oi, me boy. Hwhat's that noise, Sthrong?" asked Costigan.
The family are my most particular friends. A tay-ball indeed! why, Gunter . . ." Here I stopped: I felt I was committing myself. "Gunter!" says the Mulligan, with another confounded slap on the shoulder. "Don't say another word: I'LL go widg you, my boy." "YOU go, Mulligan?" says I: "why, really I it's not my party." "Your hwhawt? hwhat's this letter? a'n't I an eligible young man?
"Hwhat's this?" says he. "Who's Perkins? Is it a supper-ball, or only a tay-ball?" "The Perkinses of Pocklington Square, Mulligan, are tiptop people," says I, with a tone of dignity. "Mr. Perkins's sister is married to a baronet, Sir Giles Bacon, of Hogwash, Norfolk. Mr. Perkins's uncle was Lord Mayor of London; and he was himself in Parliament, and MAY BE again any day.
"Halloo hwhat's that?" he presently said, looking up at the windows: from which some piercing shrieks issued. At the sound of the voice of a distressed female the intrepid Cos rushed up the stairs as fast as his old legs would carry him, being nearly overthrown by Strong's servant, who was descending the stair.
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