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When we go out o' doors, such a set of ragamuffins comes a-shouting after us, "Gordon forever!" that I'm ashamed of myself and don't know where to look.
"Oh yes, I'm modern enough," said Austin Turold, balancing his cigarette in his white fingers, and glancing at Barrant with a reflective air "that is to say, I believe in America and the League of Nations, but not in God. It's not the fashion to believe in God or have a conscience nowadays. They both went out with the war. After all, what's a conscience to a liver?
Looks like de Bible 'mote, but, golly! it done feel mo' like de 'beam. Yah! yah! yah!" laughed the negress, revealing two rows of dazzling teeth to an appreciative audience as she laboriously struggled to her feet. "Feel all right now, aunty?" queried the spinster, as she carefully refolded her handkerchief. "Y'sm, y'sm; I'm obleeg'd to 'e, Miss Julia.
"But Hay should be exposed," insisted Sandal; "he's been rooking me, I do believe, for months." "Serve you jolly well right," said Aurora, heartlessly. "I warned you again and again against him. But if there's a row, where do I come in?" "It won't hurt you," said Tempest, eagerly. "Oh, won't it? Gambling in my flat, and all the rest of it. You boys may think me free and easy but I'm straight.
Donkin skulked shamelessly, uneasy and miserable. He grumbled: "I'm perishin' with cold outside in bloomin' wet rags, an' that 'ere black sojer sits dry on a blamed chest full of bloomin' clothes; blank his black soul!" We took no notice of him; we hardly gave a thought to Jimmy and his bosom friend. There was no leisure for idle probing of hearts. Sails blew adrift. Things broke loose.
Bumble, fastening the strap of the leathern pocket-book: which, like himself, was very corpulent. 'Bayton, said the undertaker, looking from the scrap of paper to Mr. Bumble. 'I never heard the name before. Bumble shook his head, as he replied, 'Obstinate people, Mr. Sowerberry; very obstinate. Proud, too, I'm afraid, sir. 'Proud, eh? exclaimed Mr. Sowerberry with a sneer.
I am a working woman, myself, and can't afford to do much on my own account, and there's sights of trouble on every side; but if you'll excuse me, I'm bound to say I've given many a bit of bread away since that wet afternoon, just along o' thinkin' of you. An' how wet an' cold you was, an' how you looked, an' yet you give away your hot buns as if you was a princess."
I'm from the East; rather broken down with hard work a business man, you see and want to spend the summer here to recruit. Pitched upon your town because it strikes me as an uncommonly pretty place. I brought a letter of introduction to your neighbor, Miss Stanhope, and she recommended me to come here in search of board, saying you'd make a capital landlady."
"For fear of something unfortunate happening to me!" I laughed. "I'm really not afraid, Olinto," I added. "You know I carry this," and I drew out my revolver from my hip-pocket. "I know, signore," he said anxiously. "But you might not be afforded opportunity for using it. When they lay a trap they bait it well." "I know. They're a set of the most ingenious scoundrels in London, it is very evident.
George raved unprintably. He made a motion to rise, but reconsidered it as he noted the tension of Pringle's trigger finger. "Don't be an old fuss-budget, George," said Pringle reprovingly. "Because I forgot to tell you I've got my gun now and yours. You won't need to arrest me, though, for I'm hitting the trail in fifteen minutes.
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