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He explained that these dingoes, led by the "blurry big warrigal" aforesaid, must have been terribly badly in want of food; and that he did not think much of the chances of the man they had followed. One of the riders it was Jeff nodded his head dolefully over this. "I reckon all the plaguy warrigals in this country must 'a' gone crazy," he said.
"You got to blurry well shift," he said. "See?" "Shift!" said Mr. Polly. "How?" "'Cos the Potwell Inn's my beat. See?" Mr. Polly had never felt less witty. "How's it your beat?" he asked. Uncle Jim thrust his face forward and shook his open hand, bent like a claw, under Mr. Polly's nose. "Not your blooming business," he said. "You got to shift." "S'pose I don't," said Mr. Polly.
The sound is repeated and with the same result NOTHING! A third time I heard it, and then from the dark road on one side of me there waddles I recognise the waddling at once a shadow that, gradually becoming a little more distinct, develops into the rather blurry form of a dog a gaunt, hungry-looking mongrel.
He wished to be alone for the working out of a project as yet vague and formless, but having a most definite object to be attained. Stimulated by hope new-born, he was now a sort of twelfth carbon-copy of the regular Jeff faint, perhaps, and blurry, but recognizable. Through the clouds which encompassed him the faint promise of a rift was apparent.
But in all of his characters he had an unconstrained contempt for Chinese, and delighted in ridiculing and frightening them. In the part of a bullock-driver he drew up his team in front of a store. The manager shouted "Don't want that load here, Harry! You tak 'em to back store. You savee?" The "savee" touched Harry's dignity. "What for you say savee? You take me for a blurry Chinaman?"
He catch you blurry quick. That fella stop one place. We two fella go up alongside. Cap'n he say 'Hold up your hand. Le' me look your hand? He hold up hand. Quick we put 'em han'cup. That fella no savee han'cup before. He bin sing out loud loud like anything. We two fella laugh plenty. Mr Limsee tie 'em up hand longa tree, and belt him proper. Belt him plenty longa whip.
I say, 'No, Boss, I hab nothing. He talk more loud GIB UP THAT PEARL! I fright. I put my hand to my pucket. I pull out pearl. I am all fire now. I shove 'em longa table. I shout 'There you blurry pearl! Boss catch 'em quick. He say 'Get out my cabin, you dirty Arab! You dam thief. Subpose you gib my pearl first time I gib you something. Now I gib you kick! I go.
Chin cupped in hand, Lilly stared out into a back yard that was filled with the tulle of winding mist, the lighted rear windows of the houses opposite blurry, as if seen through tears. "Just the same," she said, her lips in the straight line peculiar to this not infrequent reiteration, "I'd do the same if I had it to do over again."
Came a general nodding and agreement of soft, blurry voices. "'At sho whut it say, black man!" "Sho do!" "Lawd God loves a nigger on a street corner same as He do a millionaire in a six-cylinder, Peter." "Sho do, black man; but He's jes about de onlies' thing on uth 'at do." "Well, I don' know," came a troubled rejoinder.
I was baptized Edward Wilson, but you inquire for Wild-Goose Jake. Them other names are retired and pensioned. I expect you seen me kick him?" "Couldn't help seeing." "Oh, I ain't blamin' you, son, not a bit, I ain't. He can't bile water without burnin' it, and his toes turns in, and he's blurry round the finger-nails. He's jest kultus, he is. Hev some?"
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