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I wanted him to come up; but he said he guessed you would want me to yourself for a while. Gee! I must be hustling! Train goes at six-thirty!" "But where are you going?" she asked in dismay. Charley kissed her. "East to Millerton, to the wedding, of course! Back in two weeks! Oh, what larks! What do you think! I'm going to be best man. Garth is getting me a silk tile and a frock coat! Oh, Crikey!
"Crikey, wot a car," he observed, "no wonder you calls it that. Don't you let him put it acrosst you, Miss." "He's only four more days to do it in," I thought joyfully, as I rattled off to the Quay, and yet somehow a premonition of some evil thing about to happen hung over me, and again I wished I hadn't lost my charm.
'How are you going to manage it, have you got any money? 'Got any money? My crikey! I look as though I 'ad, I sound as though I 'ad too! I ain't 'ad no brads, 'cept now and then a brown, this larst six months. 'How are you going to get a bed then? 'Ow am I going to? why, like this way. He picked up two stones, one in either hand.
"Life's a difficult problem, Veronica," I allowed. "Things are not as they ought to be, I admit it. But one must not despair. Something's got to be done." "It's jolly hard on some of us," said Veronica. "Strive as you may, you can't please everyone. And if you just as much as stand up for yourself, oh, crikey!"
They gathered about Dick, whose forehead was most picturesquely bedabbled with blood. 'Crikey! Dick, cried the wondering Jacker, 'did he hammer you much? 'Feel, said Dick, guiding one hand after another to a lump on his head that increased his height by quite an inch. 'Great Gosh! murmured Peterson; 'ain't he a one-er? The beggar must 'a' tried to murder you. Dick nodded.
Wounded boys whom I met that morning grinned in spite of their wounds at our first word about the tanks. "Crikey!" said a cockney lad of the 47th Division. "I can't help laughing every time I think of them tanks. I saw them stamping down German machine-guns as though they were wasps' nests."
The hanging basket, now an unhung and travelling basket, heavy, iron-ribbed, anciently mossy, oozy of slime, fell with neat exactitude upon the bald, bare cranium of Mr. Alastair Kenneth MacIlwraith, head gardener, and dour, irascible child and woman hater. "Bull's-eye!" commented Dam always terse when not composing fairy-tales. "Crikey!" shrieked Lucille.
Awakened, Godmother jerked out: "Indeed and I hope if you go you'll take the boys with you!" "Indeed and I don't see why we should!" "Very well, then, you'll stop at home. If Joey doesn't choose to come to the point " "Now hold your tongue, mother!" "I'll do nothing of the sort." "Crikey!" said the younger boy, Erwin, in a low voice. "Joey's got to take us riding."
Well, I'll come up and see fair play, and while you're at the fists I'll leave my tog and take his, d'ye twig? Well, up O'Shockady went, and, my crikey! if you had seen how the bloke fired up when his girl was insulted! why, his coat was off in a jiffey, and it was soon farther off than he could catch, I can tell you.
Still with the same result: the contents were still colourless and tasteless, and dead as the rain in a beached fishing-boat. "Crikey!" said Huish. "Here, let's sample the hold," said the captain, mopping his brow with a back-handed sweep; and the three stalked out of the house, grim and heavy-footed.
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