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Look at him! It is only at the hulks, or among turf-men, that you ever see a face so mean, so knowing, and so gloomy. A much more humane being among the youthful Clubbists is the Lady-killing Snob. I saw Wiggle just now in the dressing-room, talking to Waggle, his inseparable. WAGGLE. 'Pon my honour, Wiggle, she did.
They exhibited comparative sang froid, and served as spokesmen for the others. "Bah Jove!" exclaimed one of them, "but you're welcome, you know! This has been a demnition close call! But what kind of a craft have you got out there?" "I'm Cosmo Versal." "Then that's the Ark we've heard about! 'Pon honor, I should have recognized you, for I've seen your picture often enough.
All this the man eagerly promised to do, and so when Pon retired to a room in the castle to put on princely raiment, the old brown smock he had formerly worn was given to Grewl, who then went out into the garden to water the roses. The remainder of that famous day, which was long remembered in Jinxland, was given over to feasting and merrymaking.
Young man, remember, said he I will never forget his vorts 'young man, vine is goot slip is goot goat is goot but honners is betters!" "A capital story, Randal," cried Dick; "but how much of it did you invent?" "'Pon my life, it is as near the original as possible." "Besides, that is not a fair way of using a story," said the doctor.
'Pon my word I did. And now he knows more than I do about island trading. Fact. I am not joking. More than I do," he would repeat, seriously, with innocent pride in his honest eyes. From the safe elevation of his commercial successes Willems patronized Lingard. He had a liking for his benefactor, not unmixed with some disdain for the crude directness of the old fellow's methods of conduct.
"While thus employed, both she and Uncle Thomas tried to draw Joan out of her gloomy silence. "Theer's to be a braave sight o' singin' down to Penzance come next week, Joan. Lunnon folks, they tell me, wi' names a foot tall stuck 'pon the hoardings. Us thot 'twould be a pleasin' kind o' junketin' to go an' listen. Not but entertainments o' singin' by night be mighty exciting to the blood.
The flunkey's red nose grew pale with astonishment and fear; yet he managed to stammer out "'Pon my life, sir really, sir Mr. Porkley, sir he's at home, certainly, sir in his library, sir writing his next Sunday's sermons, sir can't see any one, sir " "Catiff, conduct me to his presence!"
"Jews' finery!" shouted the captain, with his fingers on his sword. But the stranger held up a hand deprecatingly. "'Pon my oath, Goble, I gave you credit for more penetration," he drawled; "you may be right about the Scotchman, but your longshore lout has had both birth and breeding, or I know nothing."
This story was called "The Golden Arm," and was told in this fashion. You can practise with it yourself and mind you look out for the pause and get it right. Once 'pon a time dey wuz a monsus mean man, en he live 'way out in de prairie all 'lone by hisself, 'cep'n he had a wife. En bimeby she died, en he tuck en toted her way out dah in de prairie en buried her.
"My darling, it was fine of you to come! 'Pon my soul, it was fine!" "No, darling, no," she protested, smiling sadly at his fondness. "I always loved you, my child! My Sancie you know that of your old father, hey?" He pinched her cheek before he kissed it again. "'Pon my life, it cut me down like a frost to do what was done."