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"Hullo!" I said; "what's all this?" He stared at me. "'Ullo!" he said, "another of 'em, is it? I'm honest old Tom Blake, I am, and wot I say is " "Why honest, Mr. Blake?" I interrupted. "Call me a liar, then!" said he. "Go on. You do it. Call it me, then, and let's see." He began to shuffle towards me. "Who pinched his father's trousers, and popped them?" I inquired genially.

"She sat there as quiet as a cat watching a mouse'ole, and I was going on with my work, stopping every now and then to look and see whether the Monarch was in sight, when I 'appened to turn round and see the office- boy standing on the edge of the wharf with his back to the empties, looking down at the water. I nearly dropped my broom. "''Ullo! I ses, going up to 'im.

Any other topic you would like to sudgest, the ryne-gyge, the lightnin'-rod, Shykespeare, or the musical glasses? 'Ere's conversation on tap. Put a penny in the slot, and ... 'ullo! 'ere they are!" he cried. "Now or never! is 'e goin' to shoot?" And the little man straightened himself into an alert and dashing attitude, and looked steadily at the enemy.

Then from the apparition came a voice. "Say, kid, are you the son of a , who has been practising putting the weight in my back? Don't speak, son, don't speak, or I might forget my manners. Once in the ribs and once in the small of the back. God above, my lad, if I'd missed Black Fritz, after lying up there for him for eight hours as part of the scenery, I'd have " "'Ullo, Shorty."

"Non homo me melior Rome est. Ego nil peto ab ullo. Non sum verbosus. Hic sedeo et taceo." It had become the custom, upon occasions of public festivity, to adorn Pasquin with suits of garments, and with paint, forcing him to assume from time to time different characters according to the fancy of his protectors. Sometimes he appeared as Neptune, sometimes as Chance or Fate, as Apollo or Bacchus.

He said this because he could think of nothing else to say, and stuck out his elbows truculently to hide the sinking of his heart. It is curious how situations run away with us. "'Ullo, Charlie!" said the little man, and "My eye!" said the owner of the chins. "You're going to wipe your boots on 'im?" said the fair young man, in a tone of mild surprise. "I am," said Mr.

Let's go and see what's 'appened." But that they will never know. From the dug-out shaft a volume of smoke and dust was belching out, while from inside there came a medley of noises and grunts indicative of annoyance and pain. "Sounds like one of them there gramophone records, don't it?" murmured Samuel. "A summer morning, or the departure of a troop ship. Ain't it lovely? 'Ullo, wot's that?"

"Hullo ullo ullo!" said Archie, advancing happily. "Archie, darling, this is father," said Lucille. "Good Lord!" said Archie. There was one of those silences. Mr. Brewster looked at Archie. Archie gazed at Mr. Brewster. Lucille, perceiving without understanding why that the big introduction scene had stubbed its toe on some unlooked-for obstacle, waited anxiously for enlightenment.

Patsy remembered to have seen the material on the game-keepers of a big estate in the next county. "'Ullo, matey," said this uninviting person, with an attempt at jocularity. "'Ave you anythink to give a poor man out of a job?" The truculent voice, with its attempt at oiliness, the small red eyes under the shock of hair, the thick purple lips, had an extraordinary effect on Patsy.

The Master was a magistrate and a kindly one. He was always settling disputes of one kind or another. Patsy thought of bidding her wait where she was till the Master could be found. He looked up from his thoughts and saw that Mr. Baker had come back. His face was very red and shiny. He wore a truculent look. "'Ullo!" he said thickly. "'Ere's quite a family party.