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"I've only just joined the service, I tell you." "Ah, you jist wait then," said he, taking this observation of mine for a fresh lead. "I wer' out once, I tells yer, in the brig when the sea wos mountings 'igh, an' the wind Lor'! Yer shood 'a 'errd it blow! It took the mizzen to's'le right clean out of 'er; an' there wos four on us at the wheel, ay, 'sides old Jellybelly."
Anyhow, he wos a pheelosopher a natter-list I think he call his-self " "A naturalist," suggested Cameron. "Ay, that wos more like it. Well, he wos about six feet two in his moccasins, an' as thin as a ramrod, an' as blind as a bat leastways he had weak eyes an' wore green spectacles.
He had evidently got himself up for the occasion, for his shoeblack uniform had been well brushed, his hands and face severely washed, and his hair plastered well down with soap-and-water. "Come in, Slidder that's your name, isn't it?" said the doctor. "It is, sir Robin Slidder, at your sarvice," replied the urchin, giving me a familiar nod. "'Ope your leg ain't so cranky as it wos, sir.
'He knows that if he wos to come sich games as these nobody wouldn't love him, and that his grandfather in partickler couldn't abear the sight on him; for vich reasons Tony's always good. Not confining himself to a mere verbal description of his grandson's abilities, Mr.
One old gentleman as took a fancy to me w'en I wos a boy, said to me, one fine day, w'en I chanced to be ashore visitin' my mother says he, `My boy, would ye like to go with me and live in the country, and be a gardner? `Wot, says I, `keep a garding, and plant taters, and hoe flowers an' cabidges? `Yes, says he, `at least, somethin' o' that sort. `No, thankee, says I; `I b'long to the sea, I do; I wouldn't leave that 'ere no more nor I would quit my first love if I had one.
'There is no "of course" in the case, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick, gradually breaking into a smile, in spite of the uneasiness which Sam's obstinacy had given him. 'The fame of the gentleman in question, never reached my ears. 'No, sir! exclaimed Mr. Weller. 'You astonish me, Sir; he wos a clerk in a gov'ment office, sir. 'Was he? said Mr. Pickwick. 'Yes, he wos, Sir, rejoined Mr.
As Davie Summers expressed it, "they were regular trumps"; and, according to Buzzby's opinion, "they wos the jolliest set o' human walrusses wot he had ever comed across in all his travels, and he ought to know, for he had always kep' his weather-eye open, he had, and wouldn't give in on that p'int, he wouldn't, to no man livin'."
But didn't you never think it might be me?" "O no, no, no," I returned, "Never, never!" "Well, you see it wos me, and single-handed. Never a soul in it but my own self and Mr. Jaggers." "Was there no one else?" I asked. "No," said he, with a glance of surprise: "who else should there be? And, dear boy, how good looking you have growed! There's bright eyes somewheres eh?
"Now this is wot it comes to," said Bounce, calmly filling his pipe, from the mere force of habit, for he had not at that time the most distant idea of enjoying a smoke. "This is wot it comes to. Savages is savages all the wurld over, and they always wos savages, an' they always will be savages, an' they can't be nothin' else."
Re-enter JIM. Gives a bun to JACK. Jim. I tell you what, Bill she ain't your Mattie. She ain't nobody's Mattie; she's a hangel. Bill. No, Jim, she ain't a hangel; she 'ain't got no wings, leastways outside her clo'es, and she 'ain't got clo'es enough to hide 'em. I wish I wos a hangel! Jack. At it again, Bill! I do like to hear Bill a wishin' of hisself! Why, Bill? Bill.
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