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Jorrocks, her eyes starting as she spoke, "don't let us have any of your low-lifed stable conversation here you think to show off before the ladies," added she, "and flatter yourself you talk about what we don't understand. Now, I'll be bound to say, with all your fine sporting hinformation, you carn't tell me whether a mule brays or neighs!" "Vether a mule brays or neighs?" repeated Mr.
"Pull away, ye divvle!" cried Mick. "One more stip, begorrah, an' we'll be landid on the dick!" "Shove up, you fellers below there!" shouted Finlayson, in response to this, to myself and another boy who had come forwards from the after part of the mess-deck to our assistance, but whose face I had not seen, from the fact of my back being turned to him. "Shove up, carn't you!
Spicture shall set in her chair wiv scushions, and me and dolly shall tite her her tea." Dave sat on the floor fixing two intelligent blue eyes on dolly junior's unintelligent violet ones, and holding his toes. "Dorly carn't!" said he contemptuously. "Her legs gives. Besides, she's no inside, only brand." This was a new dolly, who had replaced Struvvel Peter, who perished in the accident.
The bullet had, as has already been indicated, gone in under the left nostril, and emerged below the inner corner of the right eye, gaining the recipient of the wound notoriety as well as a strong temporary snuffle and a slight permanent cast.... "You shall git well, deer," Emigration Jane would tell her patient twenty times a day. "You carn't 'elp it, becos I means to myke you."
"Three to one against Trick, by Catton." "Carn't afford it the odds really arn't that in the ring." "Take two two hundred to one." "No." "Crockford, you'll do it for me?" "Yes, my lord. Twice over if you like. Done, done." "Do it again?" "No, thank you." "Trick, by Catton, don't start!" cries a voice. "Impossible!" exclaim his backers.
"Not of oursel's," ejaculated a fervent voice at the end of the room, "but the Lord will help us." The old preacher turned on him almost fiercely: "But th' Lord woan't," he shouted; "doan't 'ee reckon on that, lad. Ye've got him an' ye've got ta keep him. Ye carn't get rid of him. Th' Lord doan't mean 'ee to."
Tom received his brother with a sort of guarded warmth. "Lor!" he said, "it's Bert. I thought you'd be coming back some day, and I'm glad to see you. But I carn't arst you to eat anything, because I 'aven't got anything to eat.... Where you been, Bert, all this time?"
Oy say, Dolly, oy'm a-going for to see Uncle Mo round to The Sun parlour, and boy a hoypny sorcer coming back. Oy am!" Dolly shook a mass of rough gold that cried aloud for a comb, and said with sweet gravity: "You tarn't!" "Why not?" Dave's indignation at this statement made him shout. "Why carn't oy, same as another boy?" "Because you're Gwanny Mawwowbone, all ve time. You tarn't help it."
"O Gawd," he was saying, "we're a-going to sink, and I carn't swim! The blarsted tar's give way back here." "Is she leaking?" I cried. "She's a-filling up like a bath tub," he lamented.
"Nothing of our size can beat it, sir." "You think the Orchid will be in harbor?" "I carn't say, sir. She had six hours' start of us, and could have left." "How long do we lay off this burg?" Tommy asked, sauntering up. "That depends. If the mysterious yacht's here we'll stay till something happens." "And if she isn't," he nudged the professor, "we'll comb out the universe.
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