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'Well, then, look 'ere, Liza; next Saturday night's the last night, an' I shall go to the theatre, any'ow. An' if you'll come, you just come to the door at 'alf-past six, an' you'll find me there. See? 'Na, I don't, said Liza, firmly. 'Well, I shall expect yer. 'I shan't come, so you needn't expect. And with that she walked into the house and slammed the door behind her.
One was 'ere no later than last night, though if he was her born brother, 'e 'ad a different father and mother, or my name ain't 'Olmes. 'Your brother, Betsy Jane, says I, 'ought not to talk in a strange 'ouse on family affairs till eleven o'clock. "''E left at 'alf-past ten punctual, says she, lookin' as hinnocent as a child, 'for I 'eard Mr.
They sat up and groaned and yawned and stretched out their arms, or turned round impatiently and went to sleep again. One of them looked at his wrist-watch: "Gorblimy, 'tain't 'alf-past four what the bleed'n' 'ell d'they want to wake us this time of a mornin' for? Some bloody fatigue, I bet yer!" "Wha', ain't it 'ah'-past five?" "'Alf-past five be blowed! 'Tain't 'alf-past four!"
What's it good for, anyway?" "You'd better get a taller ladder," said Mr. Diggs. "It's getting on towards 'alf-past eight. We can't be all night 'anging that bunch of mistletoe, you know." Melissa paused in her work long enough to devote an appraising look upon Watson. "You look very handsome up there, Watson. It gives you a very good height. Straighten your legs out a bit.
"If you was a reel young lady, you wouldn't be out on such a night, and alone. So don't tell me. I ain't lived forty twenty-six years for nothink." Mavis did not think it worth while to argue the point. "What time is it?" she asked. "'Alf-past two. I suppose I shall 'ave to keep you till the morning." "I'll go directly. I can knock my landlady up." "She's one of the right sort, eh?
"If a Saturday morning 'appened to come round as 'e didn't pay up without me asking, I should know I'd made a mistake that it must be Friday. If I don't 'appen to be in at 'alf-past ten, 'e puts it in an envelope and leaves it on the table." "Wonder if his mother has got any more like him?" mused Mr. Clodd. "Could do with a few about this neighbourhood. What is it you want to say about him, then?
It was five-and-twenty past five when the last of us came in with his breakfast. But before he could reach his place there was a loud blast of a whistle, and a distant voice shouted, "On Parade!" The irritation that had been accumulating since reveillé burst out. "Why can't they let yer finish yer breakfast 'tain't 'alf-past yet, not be a long way!" "They treat yer like pigs!"
"And this will be a much harder and crueller race than he ran before or will ever run again, Martin, I hope. Pray what, time is it?" "Nigh on to 'alf-past eight, sir." "So late!" said Barnabas, grim-lipped and frowning as he settled his feet in the stirrups. "Now give him his head there stay! Martin, have you a brace of pistols?" "Pistols! Why yes, sir, but " "Lend them to me."
He patted Gilbert on the shoulder. "I don't know," the young man said. "We've got to go somewhere." Lopez was firm. "No. You shall stay right 'ere in your 'ome sweet 'ome." "But I've lost the place." He pointed to the little clock that was ticking out its relentless minutes. "It's after eight o'clock." "No," said Lopez, definitely. "For at 'alf-past six-thirty, what I do? I tell you.
"Just as we got back from fetchin' the cream, miss. I should say as it was about 'alf-past nine. He did meet us at the lodge, and took the young gentleman with 'im for company 'e said so." "Thank you, Earley," Jan said quietly. Earley looked at her and over his broad, good-natured face there passed a shade of misgiving. "I did tell Hannah to let you know the minute I cum in, miss."
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