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I've got some friends as'll do either for him, but my adwice 'ud be this here never mind the character, and stick to the alleybi. Nothing like a alleybi, Sammy, nothing. Mr. Weller looked very profound as he delivered this legal opinion; and burying his nose in his tumbler, winked over the top thereof, at his astonished son.
Jorrocks, as we say with the Surrey." "Haw! haw! haw!" grunts Mr. Jorrocks, who is busy sucking a bone; "haw! hawl haw! werry good, Crane, werry good owes you one. Let's see, now three and three are six, six brace among eight oh dear, that's nothing like enough. I wish, Mrs. J , you had followed my adwice, and roasted them all.
An' then, if we should need help, ain't the `Blue Boar' handy, an' there's always a lot o' hands there ready for a spree at short notice? Now, my adwice is that we go right off an' buy two thumpin' sticks yaller ones, wi' big heads like Jack the Giant Killer get 'em for sixpence apiece. A heavy expense, no doubt, but worth goin' in for, for the sake of Eve Mooney.
'You're one o' the adwice gratis order, thought Sam, 'or you wouldn't be so wery fond o' me all at once. But he only said 'Well, Sir. 'My friend, said the thin gentleman, with a conciliatory hem 'have you got many people stopping here now? Pretty busy. Eh? Sam stole a look at the inquirer.
No, take my adwice, and have nothing to say to them stay where you are, or, if you're short of swag, come to Great Coram Street, where you shall have a bed, wear-and-tear for your teeth, and all that sort of thing found you, and, if Saturday's a fine day, I'll treat you with a jaunt to Margate." "You are a regular old trump," said the Yorkshireman, after listening attentively until Mr.
You owes me a penny twopence 'twor sich a ugly job! Ain't shiny? I'll come back and shine ye for another penny. Good mornin', Jim Crow! Take my adwice, and don't on no account apply your winegar afore you've opened your hoyster. Likeways: Butter don't melt on a cold tater. Exit. Exit JAMES into the house, banging the door. Enter WATERFIELD, followed by BILL. Bill.
He lilted heavily across the Paddock with a word to one, a nod to another, a wink for a third, talking all the time and breathing like a grampus, with a little crowd of tittering nondescripts swirling in his wake and hanging on his words. "Don't 'ave nothin' to do wi' me. That's my adwice to you. I'm Old Mat. You oughter know that by this. No, I ain't goin' to walk round the course this year.
I's wuss nor dat: I's a awrful hyperkrite! an' I wants to give you good adwice. Wotiver you doos, don't resist. You'll on'y git whacked if you do." "Thank you, Sambo. But what if I do resist in spite of being whacked?" "Den you bery soon change your mind, das all. Moreober, my name's not Sambo. It am Peter de Great."
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