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While he dug or weeded he whistled or sang bits of Yorkshire moor songs or talked to Soot or Captain or the brothers and sisters he had taught to help him. "We'd never get on as comfortable as we do," Mrs. Sowerby said, "if it wasn't for Dickon's garden. Anything'll grow for him. His 'taters and cabbages is twice th' size of any one else's an' they've got a flavor with 'em as nobody's has."
Not that anything'll make much difference." "And everybody in a flutter of excitement telegraphing off to the owners," commented the captain. "No, we'll tell our story first; quiet and comfortable-like. Say it over again." "I've said it three times," objected Mr. Duckett; "and each time it sounds more unreal than ever." "It'll be all right," said Brisket, puffing at his cigar.
"Though I greatly fear I shall never taste their like again." "Anything'll taste good," quoth she, rising, "if you're hungry enough!" "Diana," said I, watching her as she flitted lightly to and fro, engaged on what she called "tidying up." "Diana, what are we going to do?" "I thought we were going to Tonbridge?" "I am." "Well then, the sooner we starts the better."
"Take it," repeated Evans; "if anything'll fetch her it'll be that tie; and here's a couple of collars for you; they're a new shape, quite the rage down Poplar way just now." "It's robbing you," said the mate, "and it's no good either. I ain't got a decent suit of clothes to my back."
He produced a battered Bible from an interior pocket. "Yea! Jumbo's got a Bible!" "Razor, too, I'll bet!" Together the snake-charmer and the camel ascended the cheering aisle and stopped in front of Jumbo. "Where's yo license, camel?" A man near by prodded Perry. "Give him a piece of paper. Anything'll do."
"And in the meantime I expect you want breakfast?" put in Fitz, carefully avoiding Eve. "Yes," added the girl, "of course. Sit down. No, here!" "Thankye thankye, miss my dear, I mean. Oh, anything'll do for me. A bit of bread and a cup o' tea. I had a bit and a sup on board before she sheered alongside the quay."
A man wants to be careful here," said the waiter, throwing the blanket over the sheets and straightening it in a whisk. "There," he went on, "will that suit you?" "Anything'll suit me," said Ned, pulling off his coat and hanging it over the head of the postless bed. "I'm much obliged." "That's all right," replied Jack, cheerfully.
While he dug or weeded he whistled or sang bits of Yorkshire moor songs or talked to Soot or Captain or the brothers and sisters he had taught to help him. "We'd never get on as comfortable as we do," Mrs. Sowerby said, "if it wasn't for Dickon's garden. Anything'll grow for him. His 'taters and cabbages is twice th' size of any one else's an' they've got a flavor with 'em as nobody's has."
His choice completed, he could and did postpone actually striking a match to ask briefly: "Think anything'll come of it?" Miss Dickenson, being a lady and non-smoker, could converse consecutively, as usual. "Come of what, Mr. Pellew? Do you mean come of sending Gwen to London to be out of the young man's way, or come of ... come of the ... the love-affair?" "Well whichever you like! Either both!"
Anything'll do, so long as you make a noise." "No, they must shout their right word," said Miss Tomkins, a vivacious- looking young person of thirty. "Come close," said she to Horace, "and I'll whisper what you've got to shout. Whisper, `Dog, that's your word." Horace seated himself dreamily where he was told, and received the confidential communication of his partner with pathetic resignation.
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