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The captain?" cried the sailor, in a startled tone of voice. "Phe-ew!" he whistled. "I forgot all about him. I say, my lad, he won't like to see you this how." "No," said Aleck, dismally. "Arn't got no aunts or relations as you could go and see for a fortnit, have you?" "No, Tom; I have no relatives but Uncle Donne." "That's a pity, sir. Well, I dunno what you'd better do."
"Do you know what we are going to do, Tom?" Tom shook his head. "Strike the curve on that piece of zinc that we are to make our speculum." "Curve?" said Tom; "why, it's quite round now." "Yes; the edge is, but we are going to work at the face." "But arn't you going to polish it into a looking-glass?" "Yes; but not a flat one a plane.
"I wasn't on deck at the time, Mr Simple," said he, "or this wouldn't have happened. I had just been relieved, and I told Collins to look out sharp for squalls. I only mention it, that if you are saved, and I am not, you mayn't think I was neglectful of my duty. We arn't far from the land, but still we are more likely to fall in with a shark than a friend, I'm thinking."
Then turning to Algernon, the old man continued: "As to leaving us, Mr. Reynolds, you of course know your own business best, and it arn't my desire to interfere; but ef you could put up with our humble fare, say a week or ten days longer, I think as how it would be much better for you, and would give us a deal of pleasure besides."
It is wonderful what rubbish is tolerable if only talked in a foreign tongue. "I don't see what you wanted to have that Stirling for?" said Honorable Mrs. Justice Gallagher, to him who conferred that proud title upon her, after the guests had departed. "You are clever, arn't you?" said Gallagher, bitingly. "That's living with you," retorted the H.M.J., who was not easily put down.
"I communicated with Mr Brymer and Mr Frewen," I cried. "And said `How de do? I'm quite well thank you, how are you? Didn't pay for the trouble, sir. We must do something better than that. What do you say, Neb?" "I says as I arn't going to squeedge my carcadge into that hole again if I knows it, messmate." "And you, Barney?" Barney Blane uttered a low deep snore.
Having regained the middle deck, he paused a moment while Tom and others loaded themselves with bottles, and then descending into the cabin exclaimed with a thundering voice, "D n me, why arn't the bottles stowed in, according to my orders?"
"No it arn't, cause it's like a rat-trap, and the corners and things keeps you from getting back, sir."
Berry was constrained despondently to acknowledge that was logic. She hit upon an artful conjecture: "Won't it be unlucky your wearin' of the ring which served me so? Think o' that!" "It may! it may! it may!" cried Lucy. "And arn't you rushin' into it, my dear?" "Mrs. Berry," Lucy said again, "it was this ring. It cannot it never can be another. It was this. What it brings me I must bear.
"You're frightened to death of Uncle James, arn't you?" she asked, after sucking her pencil meditatively for a little. "No, dear, of course not. I am not afraid of any one but the dear Lord." "But Uncle James is the lord." "Nonsense, child." "Mildred says so. She says he's lord of the manor. Mildred says it's fine to be lord of the manor. But it doesn't make me care a button about Uncle James."
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