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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."
'E was bleedin' bad an' asked me ter take orf 'is pack, which I did, an' his water-bottle as well, becos it was full of rum and an' rum is 'eavy." "Rum, full of rum," his little pal looked up at him with dry lip, "you you ain't got any left?" "No, becos I put it aside, an' some scrounger pinched it. All I 'opes is that it bloomin' well choked 'im."
He t'ink we come no more becos' he give five t'ousan' dollars to us each. That was to do the t'ing, to fire the country. Now we want another ten t'ousan' to us each, to forget we do it for him hein?" Still there was no reply. Dupont went on, watching the other furtively, for he did not like this silence. But he would not resent it till he was sure there was good cause. "It comes to suit us.
"It ain't only becos her feet are little, but cos she's got them beautiful shoes like wot's in picters," said another. "Her hair is tied with two great junks of ribbing, one up on her head an' another near the bottom; better than that bit er red ribbing wot Lizer keeps in the box agin the time she might go to town some day."
"Sure, an' is it the wee room wid the sthuffed burd in the fireplace, or is it the wan beyant wid the grane carpet on de flore; becos' I'm after puttin' her in the wan wid the sthuffed burd? Anny way it's a lady she is, sure enough; an' it's little she'll moind where she do be waitin' on yez." "Did she send in her card, Mary?" "Did she sind in her what?" "Her card, you stupid girl."
"I take my pen in and to inform you that I'm stayin here and cant get away for the reason that I lorst my cloes at cribage larst night, also my money, and everything beside. Don't speek to a living sole about it as the mate wants my birth, but pack up sum cloes and bring them to me without saying nuthing to noboddy. The mates cloths will do becos I havent got enny other soot, dont tell 'im.
He is over there at the Old Man Lak', where you can get at him easy, not like in the city where he lif'. Over in the States, he laugh mebbe, becos' he is at home, an' can buy off the law. But here it is Canadaw, an' they not care eef he have hunder' meellion dollar. He know that sure.
"Dot's becos dere folks don't not begins right; we starts mit Nick and Nellie when dey was so small dot dey didn't know nuffin, which is why it happens dey knows so much now."
It was a very cold night and the pond was pretty deep in places, and none of 'em seemed anxious. "Make 'im go in for it," ses Lewis, looking at Bob; "'e chucked it in." "On'y Becos I thought you was poachers," ses Bob. "I'm sorry to 'ave caused so much trouble." "Well, you go in and get it out," ses Lewis, who pretty well guessed who'd 'ave to do it if Bob didn't. "It'll look better for you, too."
Lor' bless ye! said the good woman, following his eyes towards the edifice and breaking into a laugh, ''taint becos the church is onything much to look at. 'Taint nowt out o' t' common that I knows on. Noa but they coom along o't' monument, an' Miss Bronte Mrs. Nicholls, as should be, poor thing rayder.
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