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"You must!" sternly replied the King; "you MUST! By the immortal beefsteaks! not one of you shall have a slice of bread, and not a loaf shall be baked in the kingdom while there remains a crumb of that excellent tart!" "What misery!" thought these poor people. "That tart forever!" The sufferers were in despair. There was only one cry through all the town: "Ow! ow! ow!"
Pore thing! she buried her 'usband the day afore we come here, but you'll be surprised to see 'ow skittish she can be when she has got over it a bit." They sat there while Rupert practised till he started shying the assegais, that is and then they went out and left 'im with Kumbo.
"But first ye'll promise to hand yer tongues for half a day?" said Malcolm. "Ay, ay, we'll no clype." "We s' haud wer tongues!" cried one and another and another, and all seemed to assent. "Weel," said Malcolm, "my name 's no Ma'colm MacPhail, but " "We a' ken that," said Girnel. "An' what mair du ye ken?" asked Blue Peter, with some anger at his interruption. "Ow, naething."
He had no wish to threaten, but he promised them that the peace would be preserved at all costs. He suggested that the strikers should get back at once to work and the negotiations should proceed in the meantime. At this point Brother Simmons rose. 'E says as 'ow this strike interferes with business. 'E doesn't tell us what business. 'E deplores the loss of money to the strikers.
I don't know as 'ow I oughter talk of it, him not buried yet but I seed his will when he made it a month or two ago, and barring certain legacies to Free Zionists and such-like lunatic folk, not to speak of Jane ere being left comfortably off, you're the residuary legatee, sonny with something like a hundred thousand pounds. There's no talk of earning bread-and-butter, sonny."
Hoopdriver's face passed through several phases of surprise. Then he saw the explanation. "Had an accident?" "I can hardly call it an accident. The wheels suddenly refused to go round. I found myself about five miles from here with an absolutely immobile machine." "Ow!" said Mr. Hoopdriver, trying to seem intelligent, and Jessie glanced at this insane person.
The mess was left alone with the carbine-thief, who laid his head on the table and wept bitterly, hopelessly, and inconsolably, as little children weep. Hira Singh leapt to his feet. 'Colonel Sahib, said he, 'that man is no Afghan, for they weep Ai! Ai! Nor is he of Hindustan, for they weep Oh! Ho! He weeps after the fashion of the white men, who say Ow! Ow!
"Yes, a gamesome sort of cock you are in all weathers...but what next?" "'Next' is to fall upon your knees and worship me, you cur". "Thou shalt worship the Lawd thy Gawd", chattered Harris; "no bloomin' fear! This is only a new kind of punishment cell. You've got me in; 'ow are you going to get me out?"
And, in a little while, Job arose from where he sat in the dust, and limping up, sat himself down on the opposite bench, very black of brow and fierce of eye. And, after he had sat there silent for maybe five minutes, I said that I hoped he wasn't hurt. 'Urt?" he repeated, with a blank stare. "'Ow should I be 'urt?" "Why, you seemed to fall rather heavily," said I.
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