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"Who is in the hospital?" "I dunno." "Well, I want to go in." Miles scratched his head, and grinned. "Yer carn't." "Why not? You've let me in before." "Against the doctor's orders. He told me special to let no one in but himself." "Nonsense." "It ain't nonsense. There was a convict brought in to-night, and nobody's to go near him." "A convict!" She grew more interested.
"Now, then," Calendar proposed, "Mr. Kirkwood aside peace be with him! let's get down to cases." "Wot's the row?" asked the captain. "The row, Cap'n, is the Hallam female, who has unexpectedly shown up in Antwerp, we have reason to believe with malicious intent and a private detective to add to the gaiety of nations." "Wot's the odds? She carn't 'urt us without lyin' up trouble for 'erself."
"We carn't darnce without a tune." "Carn't we?" said Jonah, in derision, and began to hum the words of the waltz that he had been playing: White Wings, they never grow weary, They carry me cheerily over the sea; Night comes, I long for my dearie I'll spread out my White Wings and sail home to thee.
"An' strewth! when the Doctor sent for me an' pyde me orf ... full wages right on up to the end o' the year, an' the syme to Morris an' the 'ouse'old staff, tellin' us e's goin' on a voyage, I s'ys to 'er, 'It's come!" "On a voyage! Where?" "Oh, carn't you guess?" cried the woman on the ground, desperately looking up with tragic eyes out of a swollen, tear-stained face.
I'm so delighted to see you, ye carn't think isn't this charming weather! It makes me feel like a butterfly really think the 'air is sprouting under my vig." Here he took off his wig and rubbed his hand over his bald head, as though he were feeling for the shoots. "Now to business Mrs.
Anything disagreed with yer? If so, why don't yer take something for it?" "It's a funny thing yer carn't let a man alone, when all 'e's a doin' is making a bit of 'armony on board," replied the mate, pausing in the act of drying his shock head. "'Armony be d driven overboard!" cried Mr. Pigg, wrathfully.
"The widder two pair up at Number Seven? What hooks?" "She's slipped her wind, handed in her chips." "Mean she's dead? Carn't you say so, mister?" "Sharp boy! That's what she is. Dead." "That won't soote Aunt M'riar." Micky had only known old Maisie by repute, but he knew the Court's love for her. A wish for some confirmation of the convict's statement arose in his mind.
"I'll lay three to two again him. I'll take two to one two ponies to one, and give you a suv. for laying it." "Carn't" is the answer. "I'll do it, Jem," cries a voice. "No, you won't," from Bland, not liking his customer. Now they are all at it, and what a hubbub there is! "I'll back the field I'll lay I'll take I'll bet ponies fifties hundreds five hundred to two." "What do you want, my lord?"
"I carn't see how you help talking of it, sir all that gas, and liquid fire, and bursting shells," Gates stared at him in perplexity. "It's an effort, but I refuse to turn phonograph like some of the old timers not that I love 'em any less for it, Lord knows!"
He inspected Amber shrewdly while the latter was asking his way to Honest George's, and in response jerked a white-gloved thumb down the wide thoroughfare. "You carn't miss it, sir s'ylors' boardin'-'ouse, all lit up and likely with a row on at the bar. Mind your eye, guv'nor. It ayn't a plyce you'd ought to visit on your lone." "Thanks; I've business there. I reckon to take care of myself."
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