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It's a big chap with a brown beard. 'D'you mean the bloke as kissed yer this afternoon? Liza blushed again. 'Well, why shouldn't 'e kiss me? she said, with some inconsequence. 'I never said as 'ow 'e shouldn't; I only arst yer if it was the sime. 'Yea, thet's 'oo I mean. ''Is nime is Blakeston Jim Blakeston. I've only spoke to 'im once; he's took the two top rooms at No. 19 'ouse.
"Where in hell did you get hold o' that?" asked Rosenthall, with a rattle in his thick neck, meant for mirth. "You may well arst," says Raffles. "It's all over the plice w'ere I come from." "Who can have spread such rot?" "I dunno," says Raffles; "arst the gen'leman on yer left; p'r'aps 'E knows." The gentleman on his left had turned livid with emotion.
Now he set to dig with hissing haste; and, even as he hissed and digged, he talked without pause, envenomed, heaping her sanctity with insult: "Old cat you...dust to dust and ashes to ashes, it is....What you want to do that for? under you go in the cold, cold sod....Who arst you to put your little finger in the pie? There's another one for you, fair in the gullet!
Why he arst me fer my bloomin' name, same as if I wus a Countess a steepin' art of a moter-kar at the door of Buckingem Peliss. 'What's yer name, girl? says 'e. 'Sarah Geddes, an it please yer capting, says I. 'Then send the bally flowers to Sarah Geddes, says 'e, 'and take precious good care as she gets 'em. Gawd's truth, yer could 'ave knocked me darn with a 'at pin.
'An' 'itherto ye 'ave arst nothin' in my name; arst therefore that ye may receive an' yer joy be made full." "Am I sitting here listening to an old female reprobate's disquisition on religion?" passed through Antony Dart's mind. "Why am I listening? I am doing it because here is a creature who BELIEVES knowing no doctrine, knowing no church.
And by the front door sat an old man in a Windsor chair, with a brown spaniel at his feet and a bird in a wicker cage above his head, and he was nodding, for it was a hot day, and he was an old man and tired. "Swelp me, I can't do it!" whispered Beale. "I'll walk on a bit. You just arst for a drink, and sort of see 'ow the land lays. It might turn 'im up seeing me so sudden. Good old dad!"
The Vicar had just got to the part about trying to grow up to be a blessing to your parents, and not a trouble and a disgrace, when the keeper suddenly said: 'Arst him what he's got there under his jacket'; and Cyril knew that concealment was at an end.
'I will go before thee an' make the rough places smooth, I will break in pieces the doors of brass and will cut in sunder the bars of iron. An' I knowed it was a answer." "You knew it was an answer?" "Wot else was it?" with a shining face. "I'd arst for it, an' there it was. An' in about a hour Glad come runnin' up 'ere, an' she'd 'ad a bit o' luck "
De wuss ting He enemies cud speak agin 'Im wuz, Dis man 'ceiveth sinners: I wuz a sinner. I des arst 'Im ter sabe me, en He did. I des trus' 'Im fer life en death en does de bes' I kin. Dat's all. But hit's 'SPEARANCE, marse cap'n, en I KNOWS hit. Now, marse cap'n, w'at fo' you go way in the de dark, you dunno whar? De bressed Lawd say, I go ter prepare a place fer you.
I heard you moving about, and come just to arst you to lend me but never mind, I'm so sorry; why didn't you lock the door?" And she bustled out again, apparently in much confusion. Harriet had dropped the thing she held in her hand, and stood looking at her cousin as if dismayed. "I never thought any one was in," she said nervously. "It's Miss Mould, the lodger.
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