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'Sorry they don't trust 'em ter us drivers, I answers. 'Don't matter worth a cent, ee says. 'I've another w'y er openin' thet strong box. Put yer 'ands be'ind yer an' turn rahnd, ee says. I done it, an' ee trusses me up like a bloomin' chicken, an' sticks my own angkincher dahn me froat. With thet ee walks along ter the door and blows the bloomin' locks orf with 'is pistol. That did it.
"W'y, he done gib her powdered charcoal! Dat finish Pechunia. She nebber tried to buy nottin' mo' for her complexion naw, indeedy!" The girls of the old Corner House learned that Neale was up early on Monday morning, having remained in hiding the remainder of Sunday. He sought out a neighbor who had a pair of sheep-shears, and Mr. Murphy cropped the boy's hair close to his scalp.
Two men who had eaten to repletion could not hope to occupy the same apartment. One had a choice of going to bed hungry or of eating heartily and sleeping outside on the firing-bench. "'Ere's a funny thing," he said. "W'y do you suppose they makes the dugouts open at one end?" I had no explanation to offer. "Crawl inside an' I'll show you."
'For mo' air the children of the desolate' don't ye know Scripter says? than of them that has many. Lord love ye, honey, girl, you'll be mother to a minny and a minny. They air a-comin'; the Lord's a-sendin' 'em. W'y, honey, you and John will have children gathered around you " The one cry broke forth from Cornelia which she ever uttered through all her long grief of childlessness: "Oh, but, Dr.
'Na, no gien ye didna like. But ye wud hae likit weel to gang. It wasna an ill w'y to beery fowk, nor an ill place to gang til, for they aye biggit up the skelf, ye ken.
W'y! Yeas! Yeas! De de de dey done gone! "'Gone where? asked Jennie. "'Dey done gone on de road, missus. I jes' tell you-uns dey's Sesh in heah. 'Spec dey got dem, dey eat dem for dey dinner. Dey got dem, sho. "'Well, what about the "Sesh," as you call them? "'O, I tole you all 'bout dem. 'Pore de Laud, I mus' rest fust. I is powerful tired, missis I is.
"Come along, Zook, I like punctuality. Are you hungry?" "'Ungry as a 'awk, sir," replied Zook, glancing at the table and rubbing his hands, for there entered his nostrils delicious odours, the causes of which very seldom entered his throat. "W'y, sir, I know'd you was a gent, from the wery first!" "I have at least entered my native shell," said Charlie, with a laugh. "Sit down.
"Indeed oh, indeed you may trust me " "W'y, there it is I must trust you, blast my kind 'eart, I says! But look now, my cove, this here cave being as ye might say the secoor 'aven of a pore soul as the world don't love if you should ever peach to a nark or speak a word of it to the queer coves, why then this pore soul will come a-seekin' till you're found an' blow your danged face off."
"Ah! that's 'ow it stands," nodded the Postilion, "the money to be yours as soon as ever 'e lays 'ands on 'er is it a go?" "No!" "No?" "No!" "W'y, you must be stark, starin' mad that you must unless you're sweet on 'er yourself " "You talk like a fool!" said I angrily. "So you are sweet on 'er then?" "Ass!" said I. "Fool!"
He had once been a comrade of Ned Frog, but had become so very respectable that his old chum scarcely recognised him. "Hallo! Reggie North, can that be you?" North let down his barrow, wheeled round, and held out his hand with a hearty, "how are 'ee, old man? W'y you're lookin' well, close cropped an' comfortable, eh! Livin' at Her Majesty's expense lately? Where d'ee live now, Ned?
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