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That elderly Bulgarian party, Kesanlyk Attar of Roses man, knew all about her. The fat Bloke aboard the boat. You know. 'He won't hurt her, said Barndale, thinking of the Greek lover, 'and you're well out of it. Why should you marry the girl? There's nothing worse than I know, is there? 'There's nothing at all in it but that confounded meeting at the Concordia.
You get velly lich I cook your glub. You go bloke, I cook alle same. Sominagot, I b'long go with you all time. You no got good luck I never want the money, you savvy? You go hell go anywhere I go same place that's all. You talkee big fool, that velly superstich." He looked at Van fiercely to disguise a great alarm, a fear that he might, after all, be dismissed in the break-up impending.
The "old bloke" happened to be our host, who was always in dress-clothes in the evening, the only time we were at his house. These holidays were the best lessons of love I could show my boys. It drew us very closely together; and to make the boys feel it less a charitable affair, every one was encouraged to save up his railway fare and as much more as possible.
Andrew and I had the distinction of going home under grandma's tutelage, while Carry and Dawn stayed behind to go to the ladies' committee rooms, and Ernest lingered to escort them. "I say, grandma, are you goin' to vote for that bloke?" inquired Andrew. "I'm goin' to hear the other side first, and give me opinion after. There wasn't one of the swells there, was there?"
Browning showed sudden interest. "I had forgotten about that," he said. "What will it do?" "It'll do der bloke what ye're after, dat's wot." "Yes, but how how?" "T'ink I'm goin' ter give der hull t'ing erway? Well, I should say nit! I tells yer it'll fix him, and it'll fix him so dere won't be no more fight in him. It'll paralyze him der first t'ing, an' he won't be no better dan a stiff."
'E breathes gold, that bloke do, and then it settles on the roof of his jaw. Say, Blokey, open your mug and let's 'ave a peep. I'll put a penny in." A little red ball was run up an improvised pole. Old Mat was waving. "All right," he called. The girl led Goosey Gander out of the Paddock into the field at the back.
"Too much! Sure, damn it, wot's the good er bein' alive if we can't help each other sometimes. I don't mind how much I help a person if they have a little gratitood, but, damn it, I can't abear ingratitood." "Good-bye, Mr M'Swat, and thank you." "Good-bye, me gu-r-r-r-l, and never marry that bloke of yours if he don't git a bit er prawperty, for the divil's in a poor match." Back at Possum Gully
''Ow was I to know that, Dr Glossop? I couldn't tell. My finding 'im there murdered was quite enough for me. So I runs downstairs, and I nips 'old of 'Gustus Barley, what was leaning against the wall, and I says to him, "'Gustus Barley, run to the station as fast as you can and tell 'em that a man's been murdered, that Harab's been and killed a bloke."
I thought of the foc'sles to come, and my shipmates pointing me out most respectfully as the fighting bloke who had been offered a chief runner's berth by the Knitting Swede. For I did not doubt there would be other foc'sles, and soon. Life ashore at the Knitting Swede's was not for me. Young fool, I was, with all the conceit of my years and inches.
"What of it?" asked Ricks. "I seen a bloke onct what lit his cigar with a bill like the one you had!" "But the doctor said it was two pounds," insisted Sandy, incredulously. He did not realize the expense of a personally conducted tour of the Bowery. "Well, it's went," said Ricks, resignedly. "You can't count on settin' up biz with what's left."
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