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Then, as if recalling the superior station of the man he addressed, withdrew it again and remarked: "You're a real gent, you are! Any one'd know you was wot they calls well-connected. Ter-morrow it is, then. We'll be 'ere and grateful for yer 'elp.... Wot's this abaht a murder? Fight was it? I'm 'appy at that sort of thing myself."
Five minutes of unalloyed bliss followed and we were just draining off the last dregs and cleaning up the crumbs, when a bullet-headed boy stuck his head in at the door. "Dorg's 'ere again," he said, laconically. "Nosin' abaht in the gabbage 'eap." "Tie a can on 'is tile," said the grocer.
I'm not goin' to the ply with you. Wot d'yer tike me for, eh? ''Oo are yer goin' with, then? 'I'm goin' alone. 'Garn! don't be a bloomin' jackass! Liza was feeling very injured. 'Thet's 'ow you treat me! I shall go 'ome. Why didn't you come aht the other night? 'Yer told me not ter. She snorted at the ridiculous ineptitude of the reply. 'Why didn't you say nothin' abaht it yesterday?
"You seemed pretty keen abaht seein' 'im," he remarked conclusively. "I was." "Seems to me I did 'ear the nyme sumw'eres afore." The captain appeared to wrestle with an obdurate memory. "Ow!" he triumphed. "I know. 'E was a chap up Manchester wye. Keeper in a loonatic asylum, 'e was. 'That yer party?" "No," said Kirkwood wearily. "I didn't know but mebbe 'twas. Excuse me.
I always sy to Bert we 'ave the most interestin' pubs in London on this route, White 'Orse, the 'Orns, the Elephant an' the Ayngel. Ever 'eard of the Ayngel at Islington?" "Yes," said John, "That's where Paine wrote The Rights of Man." "Did 'e?" the driver answered. "Well, I dessay 'e did. It's a celebrated 'ouse, it is. Celebrated in 'istory. There's a song abaht it. You know it, down't you!...
'Na, of course not; you don't know nothin', do yer? 'Innocent as a bibe. Our Father which art in 'eaven! ''Aven't been in London long, 'ave yer? They spoke in chorus, and Liza stood in front of them, bewildered, not knowing what to answer. 'Don't you mike no mistake abaht it, Liza knows a thing or two.
For we'll all be riding out to did you say Viewcrest Inn?" "Yes, ma'am. Very good, ma'am. Thank you!" He went away thinking to himself. He thought in cockney: "My Gawd! w'at a milit'ry genius! She dictites a horder loike a Proosian general. I'm beginnin' to fink she's gowing to do milord the mokkis prahd. There's no daht abaht it. Stroike me, if there is."
My missus won't 'ave no cause to wish as I've been done in. BILL. Ah well, it don't much matter. We're all most like to go afore this war's finished. JIM. If yer goes yer goes, and that's all abaht it. A bloke's got to go some day, and fer myself I'd as soon get done in doin' my dooty as I would die in my bed.
'I thought you was. Your dad, 'e says ter me, "You dunno my daughter, Polly, do yer?" says 'e. "Na," says I, "I don't." "Well," says 'e, "You can't miss 'er when you see 'er." An' right enough I didn't. 'Mother says I'm all father, an' there ain't nothin' of 'er in me. Dad says it's lucky it ain't the other wy abaht, or e'd 'ave got a divorce. They both laughed.
"Ah!" quoth McCullough blithely, "Yu' know th' sayin' 'Old soldier old stiff? . . ." His adversary burnished a spur viciously. "Old pleeceman old son of a " he retorted with a spiteful grin. "W'y, my old Kissiwasti here knows more abaht drill'n wot you do." He indicated a rather disreputable-looking gray parrot, preening itself in a cage which stood upon a cot nearby.
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