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"By jingo," I cried out, "there's something chinking in it that sounds like money, Larry!" "Lor', it is money, Tom," exclaimed Larrikins, at once giving the stick a good bash against the side of the wall. "The thunderin' old cheat of a Maltese scoundrel is a regular take-in, askin' on us fur to help him and he a-rollin' in gold all the time, the blessed old miser!"
Gilsey's nieces I am glad to meet you" The young woman burst out laughing. "Lor', no. I ain't anybody's niece; but he's my uncle I've adopted him. I'm Terpy Terpsichore, run Terpsichore's Hall," she said by way of explanation, as if she thought he might not understand her allusion. Keith's breath was almost taken away. Why, she was not at all like the picture he had formed of her.
"Reg'lar Germans that's what they are," he said. "Look at 'em round that hive," he went on. "They'll hev all the honey and them bees will starve and git the Isle o' Wight that's what they'll git.... Lor," he added, reflectively, "I dunno what wospses are made for wospses and Germans. It gits over me." I said it got over me too.
In the language of Dante's guide through the Inferno, at one stage of their wanderings, when the sights were peculiarly mournful and desolate "Non raggioniam da lor, ma guarda e passa."
"Well, I don't know," he says, "but this man married former Senator So-and-So's daughter." Now, can't we solve that, somehow? Historic Spirit! we cried that day, impracticality of literary men for petty, mundane details, here hast thou still thy habitat, a temple in Mr. Lor', how we do run on! Whenever we go to England we learn that we "caun't" speak the language.
"Listen!" she said, and spreading out her elbows she read grandly Send me more, or, better still, if convenient, when you are next in town, do me the honour of calling here. Yours very truly "Now listen, uncle." "Yes, dear!" "'Yours very truly, "'JOHN CRAIK." "Lor!" ejaculated Captain Bontnor, "the gentleman that writes."
"You have not been disobeying my strict orders, and tampering with the door?" "Lor' love ye, no, sir. But he made such a noise at fust awful! And now he's as still as a corpse. And I did peep through the keyhole, and he was stretched stark." "Hunger, perhaps," said the Comedian; "'t is his way when he has been kept fasting much over his usual hours. Follow me, Sophy."
Hurd as 'as 'is orfice at Scotlan' Yard, and take 'im with you." "Oh! but I couldn't " "You go," advised Mrs. Tawsey. "There's five pounds offered for the brat's bein' found." "Five pun!" gasped Mrs. Purr, trembling. "Lor', and me 'avin' a chanct of gittin' it. I'll go I'll go. I knows the Yard, 'avin' 'ad summat to do with them dirty perlice in my time. Miss Sylvia " "Yes, go, Mrs.
'Lor, what nonsense he talks! exclaimed Mrs Lillyvick in answer to the inquiring look of Nicholas. 'Nobody has said anything to me. 'Said, Henrietta! cried the collector. 'Didn't I see him Mr Lillyvick couldn't bring himself to utter the word, but he counterfeited the motion of the eye. 'Well! cried Mrs Lillyvick. 'Do you suppose nobody is ever to look at me?
Bruff's head was pressed close down to the floor, but he showed his teeth and uttered a growl like a lilliputian peal of thunder. "Quiet!" cried Mark, as Billy Widgeon struck an attitude with his fists doubled, ready for attack or defence. "Lor', if you was aboard our ship, wouldn't I heave you overboard fust chance!" cried the sailor. "What did you do to the dog?" said the captain angrily.
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