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You know I'm as keen on goin' as you," said Lew. "Wish I was a bloomin' bugler," said Jakin sadly. "They'll take Tom Kidd along, that I can plaster a wall with, an' like as not they won't take us." "Then let's go an' make Tom Kidd so bloomin' sick 'e can't bugle no more. You 'old 'is 'ands an' I'll kick him," said Lew, wriggling on the branch. "That ain't no good neither.
"I don't mind 'aving a drop in my beer, Joe," ses Peter Lamb. "Not to-night, mate," ses Joe; "it's all for Bill. I bought it on purpose for 'im." Bill shook 'ands with him, and when Joe called for another pint and put some more gin in it he said that 'e was the noblest-'arted man that ever lived. "You wasn't saying so 'arf an hour ago," ses Peter Lamb.
No, sir, no, continued he, slowly and thoughtfully, dropping the silver to half-minute time; 'no, sir, no; if I might make free with a gen'leman o' your helegance, continued he, after a pause, I'd say, sell 'im to a post-master or a buss-master, or some sich cattle as those, but I doesn't think I'd put 'im into the 'ands of no gen'leman, that's to say if I were you, at least, added he.
"Don't leave Jacky!" spluttered the thin boy's voice, tearful and terrified; as the little shaven head bobbed up by the boat. "Ands off!" screamed the treble. "We're sinkin a'ready. What, you little ! then ave it! ave it! ave it!" A shrill squeal and then again that ghastly-screaming treble "Row, ye , row!" Silence; tumbling waters; and the moon, sick with horror, darkened suddenly.
He shot a startled glance up into the black void above and then burying his face in his arms began to sob like a child. "What's wrong, man?" demanded Bradley. "Buck up! Can't play cry-baby. Waste of energy. What happened?" "Wot 'appened, sir!" wailed Tippet. "Oh, Gord, sir! Hit came back. Hit came for me, sir. Right hit did, sir; strite hat me, sir; hand with long w'ite 'ands it clawed for me.
'Now, says 'e, very quiet, 'you needn't be afraid of my bein' 'ard on 'er, but if ever I meet 'im, I'll 'ave 'is blood, if I swing for it, and I'm goin' to swear it on this 'ere Bible so help me God! He looked like a mad thing; his eyes was a-shinin' like lanterns, and 'is face all pulled out of its proper shape; and 'e plumps down on 'is knees there, on the deck, with the Bible in 'is 'ands.
There'd be no gettin' ye to forget all all that has been and to take up with things as they be, to be makin' a new start, startin' fair, as I said, startin' fair, both parties agreed to think a year on it, and one party to save up and buy nothin' till the year 'd be out and then the other party to give the word for both to take 'ands and make the start together!
Who wants to throw at a wooden image you can't 'urt a wooden image, can you if you throwed 'eavens 'ard at a wooden image that there wooden image wouldn't flinch, would it? When a man throws at anything 'e likes to 'it it that's 'uman and when 'e 'its it 'e likes to see it flinch that's 'uman too, and when it flinches, why 'e rubs 'is 'ands, and takes another shot and that's the 'umanest of all.
"Will you come and shake 'ands with me, Reggie? What a dear, good- looking boy he is, Mrs Cruden! And 'ow do you do, too, my man?" said she, addressing Horace. "Pretty well? And what do they call you?" "My name is Horace," said "my man," blushing very decidedly, and retreating precipitately to a far corner of the room. "Ah, dear me! And my 'usband's name, Mrs Cruden, was 'Oward.
Along comes another cove a strange cove a cove wi' nice white 'ands an' soft, takin' ways 'e talks wi' 'er walks wi' 'er smiles at 'er an' pore Jarge ain't nowheeres pore Jarge's cake is dough ah! an' doughy dough at that!" "How do you come to know all this?" "'Ow should I come to know it but from the man 'isself? 'Ah!
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