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He didn't say anything to me, jest stood behind me and stared, but Jane tole me afterwards when he went indoors, 'e says, 'That there jackanapes of yours, Jane' he always called me a jackanapes some'ow 'knows 'ow to put 'is back into it after all. Seemed quite impressed by it, 'e did." "How long was the box?" I asked, suddenly. "'Ow long?" said Mr. Brisher. "Yes in length?" "Oh! 'bout so-by-so."
And when the summer came I went down there and stopped a fortnight. "Now, you know there was a sort of Itch," said Mr. Brisher. "We wanted to marry, me and Jane did, and get things settled. But 'E said I 'ad to get a proper position first. Consequently there was a Itch. Consequently, when I went down there, I was anxious to show that I was a good useful sort of chap like.
The only thing that kep' me up was thinking 'ow I'd take it out of 'im when I 'ad the cash." There was a lengthy pause. "Now, you'd 'ardly believe it, but all them three days I never 'ad a chance at the blessed treasure, never got out not even a 'arf-crown. There was always a Somethink always. "'Stonishing thing it isn't thought of more," said Mr. Brisher. "Finding treasure's no great shakes.
The chap who'd owned the 'ouse before 'er father 'd been a regular slap-up burglar. What you'd call a 'igh-class criminal. Used to drive 'is trap like Peace did." Mr. Brisher meditated on the difficulties of narration and embarked on a complicated parenthesis.
Mr. Brisher indicated a moderate-sized trunk. "FULL?" said I. "Full up of silver coins 'arf-crowns, I believe." "Why!" I cried, "that would mean hundreds of pounds." "Thousands," said Mr. Brisher, in a sort of sad calm. "I calc'lated it out." "But how did they get there?" "All I know is what I found. What I thought at the time was this.
I surveyed the flushed countenance, the equatorial expansion, the masterly carelessness of his attire, and heaved a sigh to think that by reason of the unworthiness of women he must needs be the last of his race. "I was a smart young chap when I was younger," said Mr. Brisher. "I 'ad my work cut out. But I was very careful very. And I got through..."
"And will you believe me, when I got to the place where I'd left the 'orse and trap, they'd gone. Orf! When I saw that I 'adn't a cuss left for it. I jest danced on the grass, and when I'd danced enough I started off to London.... I was done." Mr. Brisher was pensive for an interval. "I was done," he repeated, very bitterly. "Well?" I said. "That's all," said Mr. Brisher. "You didn't go back?"
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