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I swear, sir, I ain't 'ad anythin' ter do with it, and when 'e didn't come back last night before I went to bed I said to meself, I said, 'Collins 'as dropped into a public 'ouse and made a a ass of hisself', I said. And thought no more about it, expectin' he'd be in later. But 'is bed 'asn't been slept in, and there 's no sign of 'im anywhere."
The Vicar muttered some word of assent, and then the miller went on. "You knows, of course, as how she be back here at the mill?" "Certainly I do. I've seen her more than once." "Muster Fenwick, I don't suppose as any one as asn't tried it knows what it is. I hopes you mayn't never know it; nor it ain't likely.
At this moment the mamma appeared. "Oh," said Mrs. Jackson, "your little girl was crying so for you, till that gentleman succeeded in amusing her." "I 'ope, sir, she 'asn't been very troublesome? The baby, 'e 'as been so fretful with 'is teeth, or I should 'ave come for H'Emma sooner." "The gentleman said H'Emma was vulgar." "Don't you tell stories, miss.
"For the last time, are you going to give me that watch and chain, or not? Here's your fifteen bob." "No," I ses; "even if I 'ad got it I shouldn't give it to you; and it's no use giving' it to the ghost, because, being made of air, he 'asn't got anywhere to put it." "Very good," ses Joe, giving me a black look. "I've done all I can to save you, but if you won't listen to sense, you won't.
Leadbatter " and here followed reminiscences long since in their hundredth edition. "Yes; let me have some coffee very hot please," said Lancelot, less gently. The woman's voice jarred upon him; and her features were not redeeming. "Lawd, sir, I 'ope that gas 'asn't been burnin' all night, sir," she said, as she was going out. "It has," he said shortly.
It was the story of an attack on German trenches in which a crowd of Germans were captured in a dugout. The sergeant had been told to blood his men, and during the killing he turned round and asked, "Where's 'Arry?... 'Arry 'asn't 'ad a go yet." 'Arry was a timid boy, who shrank from butcher's work, but he was called up and given his man to kill.
Can't you see you're a-frightening the 'orses? Go 'ome with you! 'Asn't any one 'ad the sense to tell you the law?" And over all this uproar young Caddies stared, perplexed, expectant, saying no more. Down a side road came a little string of solemn policemen, and threaded itself ingeniously into the traffic. "Stand back," said the little voices; "keep moving, please."
Presently, under the same purao where they had shivered the night before, he cast himself down, and groaned aloud, and ground his face into the sand. "Don't speak to me, don't speak to me. I can't stand it," broke from him. The other two stood over him perplexed. "Wot can't he stand now?" said the clerk. "'Asn't he 'ad a meal? I'm lickin' my lips."
What's the name of the beak, sir?" "Oh, Moore!" said Acton, impatiently. "The young shaver spoke of 'im different." "Corker, perhaps," said Acton. "That's it," continued Raffles. "Well, Corker 'asn't got a thoroughbred greenhorn in Bourne, Mr. Acting." "No. Young Bourne's head is on his shoulders, more or less. Get on."
'Am I to understand that Mr. Rawlings has arrived? 'Not 'arf, 'e 'asn't. Wait till you see Mamma's boy. 'E's a fair razzle-dazzle from top to toe. Oh, my godmother! And being seized with another burst of hysterical laughter she dashed from the room. I sighed as I put aside the French novel I had been reading when I was so rudely disturbed.
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