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"I'm sorry it's come to this, George," she said, "but it 'asn't been my fault no more'n it's been your'n. Of course I've seen it a-comin', and I knowed it 'ad to be, some time; but I don't think there need be any 'ard words over it.
"Orficers' mess grub better'n we do, yer know," he replied, winking with the whole side of his face. "Yes, I dare say they do, but that's got nothing to do with it," said George. "Ho, 'asn't it! They tells me as you are a-goin' to be made a horsifer." Our hero laughed, and the man looked offended. "No, no, that's wrong.
That's my motto. 'Of course! of course! I'm afraid the top floor isn't the quietest in the house. 'I make no complaints, sir. I have spoke to Mr. Heldar friendly, an' he laughed, an' did me a picture of the missis that is as good as a coloured print. It 'asn't the high shine of a photograph, but what I say is, "Never look a gift-horse in the mouth." Mr.
Said Pyecroft, with a sigh: "The amount o' trouble me an' my bright spurs 'ad fishin' out that information from torpedo coxswains and similar blighters in pubs all this afternoon, you would never believe." "But has the Stiletto broken down?" I asked weakly. "How else are we to get Red Fleet's private signal-code? Any way, if she 'asn't now, she will before manoeuvres are ended.
"'E 'asn't got no arms 'e 'asn't got nothink, not so much as 'is blinkin' latch-key." "Very good. Get back on yer post. I'll tike charge o' this one." Grounding his own rifle, the corporal fixed its bayonet, then employed it in a gesture of unpleasant significance. "'Bout fice," he ordered. "March. Yer can drop yer 'ands but don't go forgettin' I'm right 'ere be'ind yer."
"No I 'asn't," retorted Cadge, "and wot's more the old woman 'asn't, and the kids 'asn't neither. 'Cos why? 'Cos in this 'ere free country of yours, a laboring man can't make a living for 'is family, workin' 'ard as I does, Sundays, nights, and h'all the time.
Kybird, truthfully; "it might be as well for you to be married immediate." "Immediate?" said the astonished Mr. Silk. "She 'asn't got the nerve to send young Nugent about 'is business," explained Mr. Kybird; "she feels sorry for 'im, pore fellow; but 'e's got a loving and affectionate 'art, and she can't bear 'im making love to 'er. You can understand what it is, can't you?"
In a moment Robinette's arms were about her: her soft young cheeks pressed against the withered old face. "What's this you're saying, Nurse?" she cried. "Leaving your cottage? Who said so?" "It's true, dear, quite true; 'asn't the lady 'erself been here to tell me so?" "Was that what Aunt de Tracy was here about? I met her on the road five minutes ago; she said she had been here on business!
The plump woman stood at the top of the steps that led up to the inn door to greet him. "Law!" she cried as he drew near, "'asn't 'e killed you?" "Do I look like it?" said Mr. Polly. "But where's Jim?" "Gone off." "'E was mad drunk and dangerous!" "I put him in the river," said Mr. Polly. "That toned down his alcolaceous frenzy! I gave him a bit of a doing altogether." "Hain't he 'urt you?"
Kybird, truthfully; "it might be as well for you to be married immediate." "Immediate?" said the astonished Mr. Silk. "She 'asn't got the nerve to send young Nugent about 'is business," explained Mr. Kybird; "she feels sorry for 'im, pore fellow; but 'e's got a loving and affectionate 'art, and she can't bear 'im making love to 'er. You can understand what it is, can't you?"
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