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''Ullo, you know, this won't do, young fellow; what's all this? he began, too evidently bursting with the badinage which every Benedick must endure. 'Why, you ain't going for your honeymoon before the wedding? that's suspicious-lookin', that is! 'No, no, it's all right, said Mark, trembling; 'how do you do, uncle? I I'd rather you didn't talk about about that here not quite so loud!
"Yes, sir?" said the boots, appearing in his shirt-sleeves. "Why, 'ullo! Mr. Jackson, sir!" Mike was well known to all dwellers in Lower Borlock, his scores being the chief topic of conversation when the day's labours were over. "I want to see Mr. Barley, Jack." "He's bin in bed this half-hour back, Mr. Jackson." "I must see him. Can you get him down?" The boots looked doubtful.
A body don't have a minute to call his own since it's been put in," he blurted out disgustedly, and answered the call. "'Ullo! Yuss; this is Cap'n Burbage's. Wot? No, he aren't in. Dunno when he will be. Dunno where he is. But if there's any messidge I say, who wants him? Wot? Oh, s'elp me. You, is it, Mr. Narkom? Yuss, it's me, sir Dollops. Wot? No, sir. Went out two hours ago.
When a man drops mateship altogether and takes to "hatting" in the bush, it's a step towards a convenient tree and a couple of saddle-straps buckled together. I had an idea that I, in a measure, took the place of Jack Moonlight's mate about this time. "'Ullo, Jack!" I hailed as he reached the corner of the park.
"'Ullo," murmured Bettine shyly and politely. "You like pink rock?" was William's next effort. "Um," said Bettine, nodding emphatically. "I'll give you some next time I buy some," said William munificently, "but I shan't be buying any for a long time," he added bitterly, "'cause an ole ball slipped out my hands on to our dining-room window before I noticed it yesterday."
'It's within the sp'ere of practical politics for you and me, my boy; we may both be bowled over, one up, t'other down, within the next ten minutes. It would be rather a lark, now, if you only skipped across, came up smilin' t'other side, and a hangel met you with a B. and S. under his wing. 'Ullo, you'd s'y: come, I tyke this kind. The captain groaned.
"It's the spirit of comradeship," remarked Kilbride quietly. "If I might suggest, Sir, . . . I think it would be better if you do decide to let him go back there. They pull well together and do good work, those three." "'Ullo, Reddy!" called out Constable Hardy, as he directed his wobbly steps towards the bench on the hospital balcony where George was seated, "'ow long 'ave you bin up 'ere?
'ullo!" called out his supporter, in dismay. "Hold up 'ere! Wot's wrong with yer? Don't come the drops 'ere. Pass him down, some of yer," and the wretch was hustled down to the doorway. "Vater!" he whispered, beating feebly with his hand on the thick oak. "Get us a drink, mister, for Gord's sake!"
'Ullo, Parson! Goin'?" The door slammed furiously, Arbroath had suddenly lost his dignity and temper together. Peke's raillery proved too much for him, and amid the loud guffaws of "Feathery" Joltram, Bill Bush and the rest, he beat a hasty retreat, and they heard his heavy footsteps go hurriedly across the passage of the "Trusty Man," and pass out into the road beyond.
Nevertheless, she made her way perseveringly into what seemed nothing but a little blind alley leading nowhere, and as she did so, a small boy came running briskly down a flight of dark stairs, which were scarcely visible from the street, and nearly knocked her over. "'Ullo! Beg pardon 'm! Which office d' ye want?" "Is there," began Mary, in her gentle voice "is there a Mr. Bulteel ?" "Bulteel?