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If Oi only had me chance again I'd stole it long ago!" "I'm sorree, but I never stole eet either, Meester Madden." "If I only had bromide!" growled the American, watching Smith's broad hairy chest lift and drop in short breaths. The Englishman opened his hot red eyes. "What's that to you, Madden?" he asked thickly. The choppy white mustache pulled down in a sneer.
We'd got inside the doorway without a word bein' said, when a bright-eyed Dago girl with a rainbow-tinted handkerchief about her neck breaks the spell. "Picture, Meester take-a da picture?" says she pleadin'. With that the others breaks loose. "Picture, Meester! Please-a, Meester? Picture, picture!"
"I dares be bound, Meester Pepper, that you 'members vell ven Harry Cook, the great highvayman, poor fellow! he's gone vhere ve must all go, brought you, then quite a gossoon, for the first time to the little back parlour at the Cock and Hen, Dewereux Court?" Ned nodded assent. "And you 'members as how I met Harry and you there, and I vas all afeard at you, 'cause vy?
They make to get you plenty much bug, those cheeldren. We all make to get you the bug, Meester, thank you." "That's mighty nice of you folks." Then one felt the note in the quiet voice which explained his hold upon people. "Hell, no. We like to do that for you, Meester. Thank you." And closing the door gently after him, he would slink off.
"'Meester Hadley did not have any pictures. "'But he must have had 'em, says I, 'fer them papers an' magazines he worked for. He made 'em! "She shook her head again; then she gave a queer hitch to her shoulders, and a little flourish with her hands. "'Oh ze pictures! He did do them once a leetle: months ago. "'But the prize, says I. 'The prize ter James Hadley!
"I dares be bound, Meester Pepper, that you 'members vell ven Harry Cook, the great highvayman, poor fellow! he's gone vhere ve must all go, brought you, then quite a gossoon, for the first time to the little back parlour at the Cock and Hen, Dewereux Court?" Ned nodded assent. "And you 'members as how I met Harry and you there, and I vas all afeard at you, 'cause vy?
Dollimore, "but then he's seech a naughty, conceited creature don't follow his example, Meester Smith;" and again the good lady laughed immoderately. "Nay, Mrs. Dollimore," said Mr. Ritson, passing his hand through his abominable hair, "you are too severe; but tell me, Mrs. Dollimore, is the Countess St. A coming here?" "Now, reelly, Mr.
Elizabeth insisted, and in desperation Joe took a letter from his pocket and thrust it before her. "Mees-ter Hobart, he write he write heap b'gosh." "He isn't sick, Joe, is he?" "Sick!" Joe grunted his disgust at the thought of anyone being sick. "He well, so well he get fat, b'gosh, so fat, Meester O'Day, he look like pole he come long Meester Hobart, b'gosh."
"Do little Paul a mischief!" ejaculated Dummie; "vy, I've known the cull ever since he was that high! No, but I vants to do him a great sarvice, Meester Pepper, and myself too, and you to boot, for aught that I know, Meester Pepper." "Humph!" said Ned, "humph! what do you mean?
Helas! they try my patience; but I like them, Meester Railsford, I like them." "I only wish I knew whether I liked you," inwardly ejaculated the new master, as he smiled in response to the confession. A bell put an end to further conference, and Mark went off in a somewhat excited state of mind to his own house. Mr Roe's few words stuck in his mind especially one of them.