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Updated: May 16, 2025
It was evident that she was short-sighted, and did not clearly see the person outside. "Please, I want to speak to Mr. Melrose." The clear, low voice arrested the old woman. "Eh?" she said testily. "And who may you be? You cawn't see Mr. Melrose, anyways." "I want to see him particularly. Are you Mrs. Dixon?" "Aye a'am Mrs. Dixon.
"I want to tell yeh, young sir, ther' hain't no bugs in this 'ouse. If ther's one thing I'm pertickler 'bout, it's bugs. John sez to me, sez 'e, 'What's the hodds of a bug or two, Hianthy? But I sez to 'im, sez I, 'No bugs fer me, John. I hain't been brought up with bugs, an' bugs I cawn't an' won't 'ave."
"I been waiting for you." "Waiting for me, Mister?" gasped Purt. "Weally that cawn't be, doncher know! I never came this way before." "No, ye smart Ike! But yer dog has," growled the man, giving Prettyman a shake that seemed to start every tooth in his head. "Oh, dear me!" cried Purt. "I never saw you before, sir." "But I've seen yer dog drat the beast!
"Hi'm goin' ter die," said M'riar with firm conviction and not at all appalled but rather pleased at thought of it. "No such luck fer hus!" the stewardess replied. "Get in there, cawn't yer, before hit comes quite hon?"
"If he returns, all of you keep from sight. This is my house; I'll manage who comes here, in my own way." "But you must be allowed to take no risk!" cried Robert. "I cawn't consent to youah facing danger for me." "There will be no risk," said father. "There is no reason why he should want to injure me. As the master of this house, I am accustomed to being obeyed.
But what we got out of that pie-faced Nimms of Penrhyn's wasn't worth taking notes of. He's got a map about as full of expression as the south side of a squash, Nimms. A peanut-headed Cockney that Penrhyn found somewhere in London. "Sure I cawn't say, sir," says he, "where the mawster went to, sir. It was lawst Monday night 'e vanished, sir." "Whaddye mean, vanished?" says I.
Hickey, too weak to argue, shook his head despondently. "You go on, Handsome. Leave me here. I cawn't go any further, s' help me Gawd! My feet hurt somethin' awful. I'm all in. If ye get 'ome safe, go and see the old folks, will ye, and tell 'em I put up a good fight?" "Hell!" retorted the other savagely. "Don't squat there crying like a baby. Be a man.
I wasn't going to send a poor fellow on his last pilgrimage with any Boche leg, and said so. Later I heard this undertaking genius of a Tommy grousing and muttering to himself. "Cawn't please Darby," says he, "no matter wot. Fawncy the blighter'd feel better wif two legs, if one was Boche. It's a fair crime sendin' 'im hover the river wif only one."
I didn't come over 'ere to drown; I came over to fight. I wants to do me work but I cawnt do it. If you don't give me somethink Doc I am afraid I'll cut me bloody throat and I don't want to die. Cawn't you give me somethink to buck me up, Doc please?" The Doc did give him something, and between that and a little judicious "jollying" Kipple was a different man in a few days.
So, also, was M'riar, who stood gaping at the spectacle of her Miss Anna's grief with wide, fear-stricken eyes. "Cawn't Hi do nothink for 'er, sir?" she said, approaching timidly. For the first time in his life he spoke almost harshly to the child, in his excitement. "No," he said emphatically. "You will only stand and say 'My heye! Hi sye! Hi sye! My heye! You can do nothing.
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