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Jane is that her name? don't trouble, grandmamma; Jane will show me the way." "Well?" said Mr. Tozer to Mrs. Tozer, as Phoebe disappeared. The two old people looked at each other with a little awe; but she, as was her nature, took the most depressing view. She shook her head. "She is a deal too fine for us, Tozer," she said. "She'll never make herself 'appy in our quiet way.
Never knew you late in my life," giving him a hearty slap on the back. "Mr. Spiers, I'm werry 'appy to see you. You are just what a sporting publisher ought to be punctuality itself. Now, gentlemen, dispose of your tiles, and come upstairs to Mrs. J , and let's get you introduced." "I fear we are late, Mr.
Wasn't 'alf glad ter go, neither. "I done my bit of 'ell, Jim," 'e sez to me, an' looked that 'appy you'd a' thought as 'e was well agin. Shan't never forget 'is face, I shan't. An' I'd sooner be that bloke, for all 'is sufferin's, than I'd be old Fred 'ere, an' live to a 'undred. You'm right, matey.
Gustav appeared, all smiles and shrugs and compliments. "Eh bien! my good gentleman," said he, "I am 'appy to see you well. I was mortifie for your mishap; but Mademoiselle ah, Mademoiselle!" here he raised his fingers gracefully to his lips "ze angel step in where ze pauvre garcon may not walk. You could not but be well with a nurse so charmante.
'Appy dreams." "Never say 'die, Bert," said Mr. Culpepper, kindly; "I like you, and so do most other people who know what's good for 'em; and if Florrie don't like you she can keep single till she does." Mr. Albert Sharp thanked him. "Come in more oftener," said Mr. Culpepper. "If she don't know a steady young man when she sees him, it's her mistake."
" Are kind-'earted by nature. I belongs, ma'am leastways, I did, to Maggs's Circus if you know it " "I've heard Maggs's troupe very well spoken of. But, as you'll understand, I do very little visitin'." "I was 'appy enough with Maggs's, ma'am. But first of all a pony laid me up with a kick, an' then I stole Arthur Miles 'ere out of the 'Oly Innercents "
"I wish every day in the year was a pot of jam," was the obviously sincere exclamation of a fat little boy whom I knew, and whom Leech would have delighted to draw. Two little London girls who had been sent by the kindness of the vicar's wife to have "a happy day in the country," narrating their experiences on their return, said, "Oh yes, mum, we did 'ave a 'appy day.
An arctic wind was blowing; it cut through me as I stood there. The boot-black was finishing his work and complaints. "But I should be 'appy, sir, if only I could make four bob a day," he said. I looked down at him; it seemed absurd, the belief of this crippled, half-frozen creature, that four-shillings would make him happy.
I confess that the idea of that back room at the Authors' Club begins to grow upon me." "I have some diachylon." "Afterwards will do. We're having a 'appy day with Fuzzy on the rush. I wish he would rush." "They're coming nearer." "This is an excellent revolver of mine if it didn't throw so devilish high. I always aim at a man's toes if I want to stimulate his digestion.
"They may find all sorts of treasure for you," continued his visitor. "It's a very old house, Smith, and there may be bags of guineas hidden away under the flooring. You may be able to retire." "You're a gentleman as is fond of his joke, Mr. Swann," returned the boarding-master, lugubriously. "I wish I'd got that 'appy way of looking at things you 'ave."
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