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A keenly analytical nose might also have detected the presence of steak and coffee. A dispute seemed to be in progress as they entered. "You don't wish you was in Russher," said a voice. "Yus, I do wish I wos in Russher," retorted a shriveled mummy of a cabman, who was blowing patiently at a saucerful of coffee.

Through the open door I caught a glimpse of Driver Hawkins with his back turned towards us. His left arm was round Tommy's neck and the left side of his face rested upon Tommy's head; the fingers of his right hand were delicately stroking Tommy's nose. "I forgives yer," I heard him say with rare magnanimity, "yus, I forgives yer, old boy.

'Did yer know thet well, you know before ter-day? He blushed as he answered: 'Yus. She spoke very sadly and slowly. 'I thought yer did; yer seemed so cut up like when I used to meet yer. Yer did love me then, Tom, didn't yer? 'I do now, dearie, he answered. 'Ah, it's too lite now, she sighed.

"I want to be a butcher when I grow up, m'lady." Maud uttered a little cry. "A butcher?" "Yus, m'lady. Butchers earn good money," he said, a light of enthusiasm in his blue eyes, for he was now on his favourite subject. "You've got to 'ave meat, yer see, m'lady. It ain't like poetry, m'lady, which no one wants." "But, Albert," cried Maud faintly. "Killing poor animals.

Very likely he will be angry because he wasn't notified. I understand the social end of things better than you, Daddy Mac. I think it's my duty to take in a word to him." "Aye! Yus! Gude! And tell him the music is ready, the flowers are here, and the tea is served! Use the office for all owt but the wool business. To Auld Hornie wi' the wool business! Politeeks and socieety!

"She teaches my Bobbie his A B C. I'd hate to have Bobbie " "Speak to your papa," said Molly, and held her scholar up on the fence. "Well, I'll be gol-darned," said Taylor, surveying his costume, "if Lin McLean hasn't made a fool of me to-night!" "Where has Tommy got?" said Mrs. Taylor. "Didn't yus see him?" said the biscuit-shooter speaking her first word in all this.

We ain't the sort o' characters to presoom on our rep'tations they're bad. If they have the Band at the Depot we don't go, and no error there. If they take the Band we may get cast for medical unfitness. Are you medical fit, Piggy?" said Jakin, digging Lew in the ribs with force. "Yus," said Lew with an oath. "The Doctor says your 'eart's weak through smokin' on an empty stummick.

"Well, sir, what with the rheumatix an' a stiff j'int or two an' a touch o' lumbager, not to mention all my other ailments, I ain't quite s' spry as I was!" "But you look very well!" "That's where your heyes deceives you, Guv. A great sufferer I be, though patient under haffliction, ho, yus except for a swear now an' then which do me a power o' good yus!

I accordingly waited for enlightenment and speculated on the watercress-beds, while Mrs. Jablett regarded me expectantly with a dim and watery eye. "Ah!" I said, at length; "it's your your inside, is it, Mrs. Jablett?" "Yus. And my 'ead," she added, with a voluminous sigh that filled the apartment with odorous reminiscences of "unsweetened." "Your head aches, does it?"

'Yus, thet's right, and kissing her once more, he slid out, and she closed the door behind him. Then going back to get her hat, she came again into the passage, waiting behind the door till it might be safe for her to venture. She had not made up her mind to risk it, when she heard a key put in the lock, and she hardly had time to spring back to prevent herself from being hit by the opening door.