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I don't see no shame in that." "No, I presume likely YOU don't. You're way past shame, both of you. And when I think of all I've done for you. Slaved and cooked your meals " "Well, you're cookin' 'em yet, ain't you? I ain't asked you to stop." "I will stop, though. I will." "All right, then; heave ahead and stop. I cal'late my wife'll be willin' to cook for me, if it's needful." "Your wife!
Ye canna hae had a moofu' this mornin! I hae a cab waitin me at the door, and ye'll jist get in, my puir bairn, and come awa hame wi' me! My wife'll be doon afore we win back, and she'll hae a cup o' tay ready for ye in a moment! You and me 'ill hae oor brakfast thegither." "Ken ye what ye're sayin, sir? I daurna luik an honest wuman i' the face. I'm sic as ye ken naething aboot."
I ain't had no fun since I went to Joe Brown's funeral an' that day I enjoyed myself damned if I didn't! Want to go up the river?" "We thought we'd go up to your camp and fish a day or two." "All right! We'll hitch in the hosses. My wife'll take care of 'em 'til we git back. Say it looks as fishy as hell, don't it?" "This is Mr. Silas Wright the Comptroller," said Uncle Peabody. "It is!
MacDermott murmured, "It's nice to have work that takes your fancy, but if you get married I'm thinking your wife'll have a poor job of it making ends meet on the amount of interest you take in your work, if that's all the reward you get for it. You were a year writing that story of yours, and you haven't had a penny-farthing for it yet. However, you know best what suits you.
'You, Milsom! cried Robert; 'and you've just all but lost your grandchild! And you know your wife'll never be the same woman since that bout of fever in the spring. And His quick eyes ran over the old man's broken frame with a world of indignant meaning in them. 'Ay, ay, sir, said Milsom, unmoved. 'But if it isn't fevers, it's summat else.
But the wife'll be waiting for me, and, as yer riverence says, I mustn't be baulking her the first morning." "Stay a while, as you've come so far without her, you can stop a moment." "Oh yes," said Cullen, "wait till you've told Mr. McGrath what you told me." Denis was unwillingly obliged to remain, and repeat to Father John the whole story he had told Cullen.
I daresay your wife'll have a child just about the time you've spent every ha'penny you possess. I suppose that was her at the station to-night?" John nodded his head. "Well, you're a lucky man!" "Thank you," said John. "I don't know whether she's a lucky woman or not!" "Thank you," said John. "If you've no more compliments to pay, I'll go to my bed!" "Good-night. Cream's coming back to-morrow.
White, and the keepers was like madmen a'most 'cos it was plain to see that Bob Pretty 'ad been and bought them partridges just for to play a game on 'em. "I was curious to know wot they tasted like," he ses to the policeman. "Worst of it is, I don't s'pose my pore wife'll know 'ow to cook 'em." "You get off 'ome," ses Policeman White, staring at 'im. "But ain't I goin' to be locked up?" ses Bob.
There's one good thing in it, my wife'll get rid of her. But I don't know! there's an enemy, as the Bible says, that sticketh closer than a brother. And they'll be next door when Durnmelling is mine! But I can sell it." "If he should come to you, will you tell him the truth?" "I don't know that. It might spoil my own little game." "Will you let him think me a liar and slanderer?" "No, by Jove!
Wife'll run up to-morrow or next day to take her choice of the two houses I've been looking at. Then, paper-hanging, mantels, plumbing and all that Make it even twelve-fifty?" he demanded, pen poised in a plump, white hand, eying the dealer with shrewd expectancy. "Certainly, certainly," Mendenhall murmured, rubbing his hands with a thought of future custom. Scratch-tch-ch!
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