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"Of course I began to roar for 'elp like a bull, and Rokens there, 'oo 'appened to be near, 'e let down the hend of a rope, but my 'ands was so slippy with oil I couldn't ketch 'old of it; so 'e 'auls it up agin, and lets down a rope with a 'ook at the hend, and I got 'old of this and stuck it into the waistband o' my trousers, and gave the word, `'Eave away, my 'earties; and sure enough so they did, and pulled me out in a trice.
"Yes; and so would you if you knew her as I do. I'd trust my money, and my life, and everything with her. D'ye see that waggon of mats and baskets? That's her department; started on her own 'ook. My word, she's a daisy." "Well, Shorty, I'm delighted to see you. And now I must be going. You seem quite happy." "Happy," said the boatswain, "that's not a name for it.
If so Horace would show him his mistake. Pretty thing if niggers were to get into First-Class carriages with Sahibs like Horace! "'Ere! What's the gaime?" he inquired roughly. "Can't yer see this is Firs-Class, and if you got a Firs-Class ticket, can't yer see there's two Sahibs 'ere? Sling yer 'ook, sour. Go on, jao!" Pig. Go away. The man gave no evidence of having understood Horace.
Upthetting everybody like thith," he added crossly. "It was," said Dickie slowly, "a sort of joke. I don't want to go upsetting of people. If you'll lift me down and give me me crutch I'll 'ook it." But the young ladies would not hear of his hooking it. "We may keep him, mayn't we, Mr. Rosenberg?" they said; and he judged that Mr.
"Nice mess she med of things w'en she slung 'er 'ook from Linden 'Ouse," grunted her uncle. "I don't blame 'er. She meant no 'arm. She's on'y a bit of a lass, w'en all is said an' done. Mebbe it's my fault, or yours, or the fault of both of us. An' now, David, I'll tell you wot I 'ad in me mind in comin' 'ere this morning. You're hard up. You don't know where to turn for a penny.
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