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Bob Pretty went out as if he didn't 'ear; then he stopped, sudden-like, and turned round and put his 'ead in at the door agin, and stood looking at 'em. "No, mates," he ses, at last, "and I wonder at you for asking, arter what you've all said about me. I'm a pore man, but I've got my feelings. I drawed fust becos nobody else would, and all the thanks I get for it is to be called a thief."
"I'd forgot him," he exclaimed, "but I expect she only took him becos she couldn't get anybody else." Mr. Vickers eyed him sternly, but, reflecting that Selina was well able to fight her own battles, forbore to reply. "She must ha' told him," pursued Mr. Russell, following up a train of thought. "Nobody in their senses would want to marry Selina for anything else." "Ho! indeed," said Mr.
But den dere is Mathurin and his sin to pretend he is a priest! The Cure he come back, and dere is a great trouble. "Mathurin he is ver' quiet and still. Nobody come near him in him house; nobody go near to de school. But he sit alone all day in de school, and he work on de blackboar' and he write on de slate; but dere is no child come, becos' de Cure has forbid any one to speak to Mathurin.
"Vy then, sir, dooty bein' dooty, I'll take a valk." "As you will!" said I. "Come, Anthony!" and turning, we began to retrace our steps. But we had gone but a little way when I faced suddenly about, for the man was plodding at our heels. "Why the devil do you follow us?" I demanded, greatly exasperated. "Becos' dooty is dooty, sir, an' dooty demands same," he answered imperturbably.
"Why not?" says Jimmy. "Becos you'll be locked up for it," says Bill; "you'd no business to do it. You've been and broke the law. It ought to ha' been left to somebody." Jimmy looked scared, and arter 'e was gone I turned to Bill, and I looks at 'im and I says "What's the little game, Bill?" "Game?" said Bill, snorting at me. "I don't want the pore boy to get into trouble, do I? Pore little chap.
White was a'most as pleased as the keepers, and 'e warned Bob solemn not to speak becos all 'e said would be used agin 'im. "Never mind about that," ses Bob Pretty. "I've got a clear conscience, and talking can't 'urt me. I'm very glad to see you, Mr. White; if these two clever, experienced keepers hadn't brought me I should 'ave looked you up myself. They've been and stole my partridges."
I've invented things about him because these chaps like to hear me tell them. They're only stories." "We likes 'im," a voice called out, "becos 'e wos the right sort; 'e'd fight, 'e would, if 'e was in Samavia now." Marco rapidly asked himself how much he might say. He decided and spoke to them all. "He is not part of a legend. He's part of Samavian history," he said.
Becos A've got four more idays that ye could help me with. Wan iday is about divils. A take this fur a foundation: There's sins fur till be done in the wurrld that men 'on't do; an' divils is marcifully put in the flesh an' blood fur till do them sins. 'He went to his own place, says Acts both manin' Judas. An' there's a wheen o' places where Iago spakes iv himself as a divil.
"'Tisn't that, yer Honor; but becos yer got me onto the perlice yerself. Don't yer 'member, on 'lection day, I smashed two ticket booths of t'other can'date, in the Sixth Ward, lickt as much as a dozen men who was workin' agen ye, an' din was put into the Tumes over night bad luck to the Tumes, I say!
'Trenches, spluttered Sapper Duffy, . . . us? How is it our turn again? 'Becos, my son, said the Sergeant, 'there's nobody else about 'ere to take a turn. Come on! Roll out! Show a leg! It was then that Sapper Duffy was finally converted, and renounced for ever and ever his anti-conscription principles.
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