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"No you don't, Mrs Cruden," said the effusive Mrs Shuckleford; "'ere you are, and 'ere you stays I am so 'appy to see you. You and I can 'ave a cosy chat in the corner while the young folk enjoy theirselves. Jemima, put a chair for Mrs C. alongside o' mine; and, Sam, take the boys and see they have some one to talk to 'em."
Whenever you comes over to England, I shall be werry 'appy to see you in Great Coram Street, where dinner is on the table punctually at five on week days, and four on Sundays; and with best regards to Mrs. Nimrod, and all the little Nimrods, I remain, for Self and Co., yours to serve,
"But is it all right?" the young man persisted. A look of scorn came over the face of the bandit. "If it makes you 'appy, what you care? You should not look ze gift 'appiness in ze face. Go on, take her. Ees nice; you like 'er." Still Gilbert hesitated. "But I can't now." "And why not?" the bandit asked. He was thoroughly weary of Gilbert's dilly-dallying, so foreign to his own philosophy.
"Ye wouldn't mind the dark if ye 'ad yer mother's 'and, would ye, miss?" And then the nurse took Polly's throbbing head in her strong young arms, and soothed its restless tossing with her cool soft touch, and told her through her tears of that other Friend, who would go with her all the way. "I'm that 'appy, miss," Polly murmured faintly. "It's like I was goin' 'ome.
He reached for his carbide lamp, hooked to a small chink of the hanging wall, and then pulled his hat over his bulging forehead. Carefully he attempted to smooth his straying mustache, and failing, as always, gave up the job. "I 'd be 'appy, just to look at it," he announced. "Come on. Let's forget 'oo they are and just be lookers-on." Fairchild agreed against his will.
Poor Aby, when he had been so cruelly treated by the "gent of Appy ouse," whose side in the family dispute he had latterly been so anxious to take, had remained crouching for some hour or two in Owen's kitchen, absolutely mute. The servants there for a while felt sure that he was dying; but in their master's present mood they did not dare to go near him with any such tidings.
"You're not saying it because..." But Lopez broke in: "She is saying it because it is ze truth. In pleasure, a woman go to ze man she sink she love. In fear, she go to ze man she really love.... Well, you really want her? She is yours. And I 'ope you will be 'appy. At least, I 'ave done my part." He smiled his most enchanting smile.
How 'appy they all look, especially Joseph!" Old Bill put his 'and to his ear and leaned out of his bunk. "There they go," ses the cook agin; "but wot is that 'orrible black thing with claws that's 'anging over Bill?" Pore Bill nearly fell out of 'is bunk, but he saved 'imself at the last moment and lay there as pale as death, listening. "It must be meant for Bill," ses the cook.
Sprowl, in the pore thing's 'appy days, before ever she married. But of course it ain't likely as Mrs. Sprowl can keep her as long as her pore life lasts; not to speak of the expense; its a terrible responsibility, owin' to the hepiplectic ailment, mem, as of course you understand." "Can't she get into any hospital!" "She only just came out, mem, not two weeks ago.
I'd 'ad 'im from a pup Kitty carried 'im in 'er apron when 'e was a week old, he loved me yes 'e did! an' 'e slept in my weskit iviry night of 'is life! an' he 'adn't a fault in 'im, all lovin' an' true! an' now 'e's gone an' an'-I HATE the quality up at the Manor yes I do! I HATE 'em! an' if Miss Vancourt 'adn't never come 'ome, my doggie 'ad been livin' now, an' we'd all a' bin 'appy!"
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