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I am sure that would have been your late master's wish." "I want nothing from him," Thalassa rejoined, "a damned black scoundrel." Mr. Brimsdown was shocked at this savage outburst, but there was something so implacable in the old man's air that the rebuke he wished to utter died unspoken. Thalassa regarded him for a moment in silence, and then went on "Thank'ee for letting me stop on here a bit.
"I'm sure that nobody ever accused me of being an aristocrat. What I am troubled about is the decay of gratitude. If I give a poor fellow a shilling, I ought to be allowed the satisfaction of having him remove his hat and say, 'Thank'ee, sir, and he ought to say it as if he meant it. The heartiness of his thanksgiving is half the fun. It makes one feel good all over."
'And how's Master, deary dear? said Mrs Brown, when, sitting in this amicable posture, they had pledged each other. 'Hush! If you'd be so good, Misses Brown, as to speak a little lower, Rob implored. 'Why, he's pretty well, thank'ee, I suppose. 'You're not out of place, Robby? said Mrs Brown, in a wheedling tone. 'Why, I'm not exactly out of place, nor in, faltered Rob.
'To him or anyone? pursued the Manager. Captain Cuttle frowned and shook his head. 'But merely for your own satisfaction and guidance and guidance, of course, repeated Mr Carker, 'with a view to your future proceedings. 'Thank'ee kindly, I am sure, said the Captain, listening with great attention. 'I have no hesitation in saying, that's the fact. You have hit the probabilities exactly.
She used to close her hand, then open it and look at the palm, then touch her cap with a very wonderful smile, and laugh when she said, "Thank'ee, sir!" This song was reproduced for weeks before the benefit, and played all over London, and when the curtain rose on her, the orchestra struck into it and the people shouted as though it was the national anthem.
Fitzgerald Mr. Herbert Fitzgerald; and I am Mr. Somers, the agent. Can we do anything for you?" Aby Mollett raised his hat, and the two gentlemen touched theirs. "Thank'ee, sir," said Aby; "but I believe my business must be with the worthy baro-nett himself; more particularly as I 'appen to know that he's at home."
"Thank'ee, Sir," says my father, and down he sat, and stared with all his eyes, and his mouth vide open, at the names on the boxes. "What's your name, Sir," says the lawyer. "Tony Weller," says my father. "Parish?" says the lawyer. "Belle Savage," says my father; for he stopped there wen he drove up, and he know'd nothing about parishes, he didn't. "And what's the lady's name?" says the lawyer.
We have taken this village. We are Germans. You are a prisoner! Do you understand?" "Yes, sir, thank'ee, sir, kindly," stammered Mr. Shutliffe. "May I lock in the pigs first, sir?" One of the soldiers coughed explosively, and ran away, and the two others trotted after him. When they looked back, Mr.
It was not an agreeable idea. Scrooge shivered, and wiped the perspiration from his brow. "That is no light part of my penance," pursued the Ghost. "I am here to-night to warn you, that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. A chance and hope of my procuring, Ebenezer." "You were always a good friend to me," said Scrooge. "Thank'ee!"
'Thank'ee, Sir, and 'good-bye, Sir, were said a good many times in a variety of voices, and the boys went out very slowly and softly.
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