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"Yes," said Barnabas shivering, for the air struck chill and damp, "but what do we do now?" "V'y, sir, I'll tell you. Ve sit here, nice and qviet and let 'em run on till they meet my four specials and Corporal Richard Roe, late Grenadiers. My specials has their staves and knows how to use 'em, and the Corp has 's 'ook, and an 'ook ain't no-vise pleasant as a vepping.
Veil, vot vith your qviet, innocent looks and vays, and vot vith me a-adding two and two together and werry carefully making 'em three, my case is spiled won't come off, can't come off, mustn't come off!" "What in the world do you mean?" "Mean, sir? I mean as, if Number Vun is the murderer, and Number Two is the accessory afore the fact, then Number Three the unfort'nate wictim is vait a bit!"
"First, sir, because they're a-vaiting for you at t'other end o' the alley, and second, because v'en they see us go this vay they'll think they've got us sure and sartin, and follow according, and third, because at a certain place along by the River I've left Corporal Dick and four o' my specials, d'ye see. S-sh! Qviet now! Oblige me with your castor your 'at, sir."
The man pointed at a bench upon which she could sit and stood at her side, shaving tobacco from a big black plug. She decided that his was a reassuring figure and that his face was a good and friendly one. "Do you think that that Mr. Ennis will come soon?" she finally found voice to ask. "Of course, ma'am. You yoost sit qviet. If Hugo he expect a leddy he turn up all right, sure.
"If dey's qviet un' reasonable I don't 'urt nobotty but yoost tell 'em git out of here, tarn qvick," he projected. "But if dem mens is up to anything rough I hope dey says dere prayers alretty, because I yoost bust 'em all up, you bet." The team was pulling hard, the breaths coming out in swift little puffs from their nostrils.
“Bot, if I begin I may not stop. Zomzing more qviet ze first night. Haf you a club?” Mr Bunker pondered for a moment, and a curious smile stole across his face. Then it vanished, and he answered readily, “Certainly, Baron, an excellent idea. I haven’t been to my club for so long that it never struck me. Let us come.” “Goot!” cried the Baron, rising with alacrity.
In a nice, qviet, lonely place say a vood?" "Yes, at a very lonely place called Oakshott's Barn." "Come, that's better and better!" nodded Mr. Shrig brightly, "that's werry pretty, that is things is rosier than I 'oped, but then, as I said afore, things is allus blackest afore the dawn. Oakshott's Barn, eh?
"I tank dey don't mean much badness," the man explained to her. "Mebbe ye knows peoples in dis countree ain't much to do in dis vintertime and dey gets fonny iteas about foolin' araount. Dey goes home all qviet now, you bet, and don't talk to nobotty vhat tam fools dey bin, eh!" They both entered the shack again and the big fellow went up to the bunk upon which lay his friend.
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