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"And a mercy it was that he wasn't smashed to splinters, with spiled looks and half his limbses orf," she said. "Why, bless you, Mr. Pash, could I let my sunbeam marry a man as wasn't all there, 'eart of gold though he may have?
For the first time Hoopdriver did not feel proud of his machine. He turned and began to pick up the fallen fabric. He looked over his shoulder, and she was gone, turned his head over the other shoulder down the road, and she was riding off. "ORF!" said Mr. Hoopdriver. "Well, I'm blowed! Talk about Slap Up!" One fact was clear.
'E was bleedin' bad an' asked me ter take orf 'is pack, which I did, an' his water-bottle as well, becos it was full of rum and an' rum is 'eavy." "Rum, full of rum," his little pal looked up at him with dry lip, "you you ain't got any left?" "No, becos I put it aside, an' some scrounger pinched it. All I 'opes is that it bloomin' well choked 'im."
"On'y a glim," said the stoker in a satisfied tone, "but it showed me as I've made my money. An' made it easy, too." "'Ow much 'ave you pulled orf, then?" asked the engineer. "Double the value," replied the stoker, smiling broadly through the darkness, "of the property what I've lost in this here conflagration." "That 'ud bring you in about eighteenpence," retorted the engineer bitterly.
"Old hoss!" sed a passenger, "methinks thou art blowin!" whareupon the Juke cut orf his hed also. "Oh that I should live to see myself a dead body!" screamed the unfortnit man. "But don't print any verses about my deth in the newspapers, for if you do I'll haunt ye!" "People!" sed the Juke, "I alone can save you from yon bloody pirut! Ho! a peck of oats!"
"They chaps hit I and Bess, dad, and Bess pinned t' horse, and Juno would ha' pinned 'em boath hadn't I strapped she oop, and then we got Bess orf, and I brought 'em back to t' lock-oop." "How dar 'ee hit my lad?" Bill Haden said angrily, stepping forward threateningly. "Look oot, dad, or t' dogs will be at 'em again," Jack shouted.
Ward, ef you could see your husband now, just as he prowdly emerjis from the presunts of the futur King of Ingland, you'd be sorry you called him a Beest jest becaws he cum home tired 1 nite and wantid to go to bed without takin orf his boots. You'd be sorry for tryin to deprive yure husband of the priceliss Boon of liberty, Betsy Jane!"
"Yas," said Abner, "they do pick darned clean, but that ain't the wust on't, fer they sends our bones tew rot in jail arter they've got all the meat orf." "'Twas ony yesdy Iry Seymour sole out Zadkiel Poor, ez lives long side o' me, an tuk Zadkiel daown tew Barrington jail fer the res' what the sale didn't fetch," said Israel Goodrich.
"And will you believe me, when I got to the place where I'd left the 'orse and trap, they'd gone. Orf! When I saw that I 'adn't a cuss left for it. I jest danced on the grass, and when I'd danced enough I started off to London.... I was done." Mr. Brisher was pensive for an interval. "I was done," he repeated, very bitterly. "Well?" I said. "That's all," said Mr. Brisher. "You didn't go back?"
'Where's 'e orf? It was the man in the bows who interrupted Hazell. Following the direction of the man's finger, both Hazell and Racksole saw with more or less distinctness a dinghy slip away from the forefoot of the Norwegian vessel and disappear downstream into the mist. 'It's Jules, I'll swear, cried Racksole. 'After him, men. Ten pounds apiece if we overtake him!
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