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Believe she had a liking for John Thomas, footman, for she was always spiteful-like poor lady when we were together though there was nothing between us, as cook well knows, and dare not deny, and missus needn't have been jealous. Have never seen arsenic or Prussian acid in any of the private drawers but have seen paregoric and camphor.
When my last chip is gone I holds up a finger for a marker and tells him I'll take another stack of fifty, all blues this time, but he only looks at me sort of chilly and distrustful and remarks in a kind of a bored way that there's nothing doing. "'That'll be all right, I says to him. 'I'll see you to-morrow. "'No, you wont, he says, spiteful-like.
Believe she had a liking for John Thomas, footman, for she was always spiteful-like poor lady when we were together though there was nothing between us, as Cook well knows, and dare not deny, and missus needn't have been jealous. Have never seen arsenic or Prussian acid in any of the private drawers but have seen paregoric and camphor.
And I wasn't the only one jealous of Harry, for no sooner was the court pretty well empty, than he came slowly up towards me, in spite of my sour black looks, which he wouldn't notice; but before he could get to me, Chunder Chow, the mahout, goes up to the elephant, muttering and spiteful-like, with his hook-spear thing, that mahouts use to drive with; and being, I suppose, put out, and jealous, and annoyed at his authority being taken away, and another man doing what he couldn't, he gives the elephant a kick in the leg, and then hits him viciously with his iron hook thing.
When he seen Isbel darn me if he didn't swell an' bustle all up like a mad ole turkey gobbler. "'Greaves, he said, 'if thet fellar's Jean Isbel I ain't hankerin' fer the company y'u keep. An' he made no bones of pointin' right at Isbel. Greaves looked up dry an' sour an' he bit out spiteful-like: 'Wal, Simm, we ain't hed a hell of a lot of choice in this heah matter.
'tain't that! says he quick and spiteful-like; 'they have got old like ourselves, and good for fire-wood. Out pickax and spade and digs three foot deep round one, and finding nothing but mould goes at another, makes a little mound all round him, too no guinea-pot.
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