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You mustn't mind 'im being silent, sir; there's some things we can't understand, and though, as I say, 'e 'asn't said anything to me, it's not that I'm scheming be'ind 'is back, for I know 'is meaning without words being necessary." She might have said more, but I interrupted her at this point.
He hesitated a moment, and then went in to the kitchen to find his wife. "That child's in my chair," he said. Ellen was setting the tray for her husband's tea. "Yes ... I know," she replied. "I I did mention it, but 'e 'asn't moved." "Well, take 'im out," ordered Stott, but he dropped his voice. "Does it matter?" asked his wife. "Tea's just ready. Time that's done 'e'll be ready for 'is bath."
Only a short distance to Strathorn House," he explained to John Steele, "and I fancy we'll do better by waiting for what we may require there. But what is the latest news at Strathorn? Anything happened? Business quiet?" "It 'asn't been so brisk, and it 'asn't been so dull, your Lordship, what with now and then a gentleman from London!" "From London? Isn't that rather unusual?" "Somewhat.
"'E 'asn't been near the place these two weeks and more," said the plump woman. "But who is he?" "I suppose I got to tell you," said the plump woman. "She says he scoots people," Mr. Polly remarked after a pause. "He's my own sister's son." The plump woman watched the crackling fire for a space. "I suppose I got to tell you," she repeated. She softened towards tears.
Kybird, who had just entered the room and was standing with his back to the door holding the handle, regarded him expectantly. "It's been worrying 'im some time," pursued Mr. Smith. "'E 'asn't got nobody belonging to 'im, and for a long time 'e couldn't think 'ow to leave it. Wot with 'ouse property and other things it's a matter of over ten thousand pounds." "Good 'eavens!" said Mr.
"'E said you was to come in if you came," she said, and regarded me, making no motion to show me anywhere. And then, confidentially, "'E's locked in, sir." "Locked in?" "Locked 'imself in yesterday morning and 'asn't let any one in since, sir. And ever and again swearing. Oh, my!" I stared at the door she indicated by her glances. "In there?" I said. "Yes, sir." "What's up?"
And the 'ole point of an aspiration is the sacrifice of someone else. Don't you make a mistake, sir. I defy you to make a public speech which 'asn't got that at the bottom of it." "We are wandering from the point, Joe," returned Mr. Lavender. "Who is it that governs, the country?" "A Unseen Power," replied Joe promptly. "How?" "Well, sir, we're a democratic country, ain't we?
"My good man, don't talk rubbish!" said Horace. "I'm talking to you about what I know, and I assert that an Englishman's 'ome is his cashle, and nobody's got the right when his backsh turned to go and make a 'Ummums of it. Not nobody 'asn't!" "Make a what of it?" cried Ventimore. "A 'Ummums that's English, ain't it? A bloomin' Turkish baths!
It's a surprise I must say but Lord! as I'm always telling Mrs. Griggs oo's on the bottom floor when she can afford 'er rent which 'asn't been often lately, poor thing, owing to 'aving 'er tenth only three weeks back, quite unexpected, and 'er man being turned off 'is 'ouse-painting business what 'e's been at this ten year and more well come along in, I'm sure "
The men stood beneath the awning, legs apart, arms held away from bodies, and stared from under dripping brows for some signs of recognition from the stranger. "'Asn't she got up a single rag to show us she sees us?" puffed Galton, swiping his hand across his forehead and flinging drops on the iron deck, where they evaporated the moment they hit.
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