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"Yes, sir," affirmed Doggott respectfully. "I'm a bit too old to chynge my w'ys; a valet I've been all my life and a valet I'll die, sir. It's too lyte to think of anything else." "But with this money, Doggott " "Beg pardon, sir, but I know; I could live easy like a gentleman if I liked but I wouldn't be a gentleman, so what's the use of that?
Miss Squibb had never heard of a family that had lived in the same house in London for several generations. She did not think it was a nice idea, that. She liked "chynge" herself, and was sorry she could not afford to get as much of it as she would like to have. "I do not understand the people in this place," Mrs. MacDermott had complained to Hinde. "They've no feeling for anything.
If ye git yer feet wat, bairns, mind to chynge them an' whatever ye dae " She stopped suddenly. One glance at her placid old countenance sufficed to show that she had retired to the previous century, from which nothing now could recall her except sausages. The youths therefore went out. Meanwhile Mr Enoch Blurt sat in his brother's back shop entertaining a visitor.
"I've a good mind to read you my letter," said he. "I've a good fist with a pen when I choose, and this is a prime lark. She was a barmaid I ran across in Northampton; she was a spanking fine piece, no end of style; and we cottoned at first sight like parties in the play. I suppose I spent the chynge of a fiver on that girl.
Bent-backed he descended to the Quadrangle, with a sense of defeat, rebuff, contumely, rage, but quite sprightly said to Harris, waiting beyond the Gateway: "Well, boy, how can we make a night of it? I feel that way". "Seen Mr. 76?" "Tut, no. Sharpen up that knife for his throat, boy!" And Harris exclaimed: "Another chynge! Strike me silly! what did I sye?
'I've a good mind to read you my letter, said he. 'I've a good fist with a pen when I choose, and this is a prime lark. She was a barmaid I ran across in Northampton; she was a spanking fine piece, no end of style; and we cottoned at first sight like parties in the play. I suppose I spent the chynge of a fiver on that girl.
We've got 'undreds of 'em!" John sat back in his seat and stared at the driver. He was incapable of speaking, and the driver, busy with his horses, said no more. The 'bus crossed the river, drove along King William Street into Prince's Street, and stopped. The conductor climbed to the roof and called to John. "You chynge 'ere," he said, beckoning him.
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