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That would be about the usual layout. "Conversation got to you in homeopath doses, somethin' like this: "'Did you say "Spades"? WELL! if I'd known you were going to make us lose our deal like that, I'd never have bridged it not with THIS hand. "'Oh, Miss Gabble, have you heard what people are sayin' about The rest of it whispers. "'A oo OW! By George, Bill! this is dead enough, isn't it?
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"Surely he should be over by this time, and we should have had a glimpse of his light," said the chief. "Unless " An electrifying cry of "There he is!" interrupted him, and all momentarily saw a tiny, twinkling light, and a small dark figure shooting along the distant track. A moment after the buzz of excited hope as suddenly died. From the north came a long, low-pitched "Too oo, too oo, oo, oo!"
Sylvie considered a little. "Not to-day," she replied. "We haven't got the things ready. We'll come on Tuesday next, if you like. And now, really Bruno, you must come and do your lessons." "I wiss oo wouldn't say 'really Bruno!" the little fellow pleaded, with pouting lips that made him look prettier than ever. "It always show's there's something horrid coming!
"I aren't bad," cried Diana. "If you say any more, naughty woman, I'll slap 'oo." Mrs. Dolman thought it best to let Diana slide down on the floor. The moment the little girl found her feet she rushed up to her Uncle Dolman. "I like you, old man," she said; "you isn't half a bad sort. I'll stay with you. P'ease, Aunt Jane, punish me by letting me stay with Uncle William.
"Morning!" said the little fellow, addressing the remark, in a general sort of way, to the Chancellor and the waiters. "Doos oo know where Sylvie is? I's looking for Sylvie!" "She's with the Warden, I believe, y'reince!" the Chancellor replied with a low bow.
She kept me on tenter-hooks by asking it offensive questions, such as, "'Oo know who give me that bonnet?" and answering them herself, "It was the pretty gentleman there;" and several times I had to affect sleep because she announced, "Kiddy wants to kiss the pretty gentleman." Irksome as all this necessarily was to a man of taste, I suffered even more when we reached our destination.
That pair of checked trousers, in which you see him attired, he did me the favor of ordering from my own tailor, who is quite as anxious as anybody to know the address of the wearer. In like manner my hatter asked me, "Oo was the Hirish gent as 'ad ordered four 'ats and a sable boar to be sent to my lodgings?" The hatter has not shut up shop in consequence.
So I tears into it an' gets this 'ere room done about a quarter past four, an' I'd just got me things put away for the night w'en 'oo should come fallin' up the bloody stairs but ole Buncer, drunk as a howl! An' no sooner 'e gits inter the room than 'e starts yappin' an' rampin'." "Is this 'ere hall you've done?" 'e shouts out. "Wotcher bin up to hall day?"
Except from Betz, I have never heard it from any one. After me no one will teach it any more. I shall probably be the last one. A pity! The practical study of singing is best begun with single sustained tones, and with preparation on the sound of ah alone, mingled with o and oo. A position as if one were about to yawn helps the tongue to lie in the right place.
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