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Woodstock?" exclaimed the boy, turning round suddenly at the sound of the voice. "Now, look 'ere, I'm a-goin' to make a clean breast of it. This 'ere bloke's been a ringin' the changes on me; I'll show him up, an' well chance it. Slimy give me a quid afore he took his hook." The lad had clearly been drinking, but had not yet reached the incoherent stage.
"No papers.... I bet he's been out a hell of a time," said Handsome meditatively. "Better put the cuffs on him," said Bill in the middle of a yawn. "Let's wait a while. When's the loot coming?" "Not till night." "Sure?" "Yes. Ain't no train." "How about a side car?" "No, I know he ain't comin'," snarled Bill. "What d'you say we have a little liquor, Bill? Bet this bloke's got money.
There was even the observation of the costermonger leaning over his barrow near the Assize Court when one morning Sir Henry was going in with little Jack. "Gorblime, Jemmy! see 'im? The ole bloke's been poachin' agin. See what he's got?"
I had on a very shabby coat, all torn at the elbows, and only one tail to it, so I spied a country bloke with his girl, dressed out in new toggery. I says to my pal, 'I say, O'Shockady, there's a new coat on that bloke's back that I must have on mine; he is just about my size. You go up and be messing about with his girl, and you'll see he will guard and offer to fight.
On the afternoon of that Wednesday in Christmas week he had conducted an old bloke of enormous wealth, on foot, from the said bloke's residence in Russell Square to his son-in-law's less pretentious one at Chiswick, and had earned liberal refreshments, golden opinions, and silver coin by his intrepidity and perception of London localities in Egyptian darkness.
Such is the incident related by a member of the Royal Army Medical Corps, and it is a fitting story with which to close this chapter. One soldier, mortally wounded, was being attended by the doctor when his eye fell on a dying comrade. "See to him first, doctor," he said faintly, "that poor bloke's going home; he'll be home before me."
"Abaht that there little bet, 'Enery," observed Seaman Jones, "I fink we'll alter of it. I don't wish to give no moral support to this 'ere Griller. T'other bloke's only jus' fresh from the Novice Class, I reckon, jedgin' by 'is innercent young faice, an' e's aputtin' up the werry best fight as ever I see. We'll chainge it like this 'ere.
Bloke's is nothing but a lot of distressing bash, and has no point to it, and no sense in it, and no information in it, and that there was no sort of necessity for stopping the press to publish it. Now all this comes of being good-hearted. If I had been as unaccommodating and unsympathetic as some people, I would have told Mr.
Bloke's friends, he will append such explanatory notes to his account of it as will enable me to find out what sort of an accident it was and whom it happened to. I had rather all his friends should die than that I should be driven to the verge of lunacy again in trying to cipher out the meaning of another such production as the above. It was night.
"'It's a way I have, I said, pocketing them. "'Some bloke's dropped 'em down the shaft, he whispered, awed by the circumstance. "'It stands to reason, said I. "'I'll take charge of 'em, he volunteered. "'Nonsense! "'You'd better turn 'em over, he threatened, 'or I stop the works. "'Pshaw! "And stop he did, between floors. "It fetched him.
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