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A train came in, and the three embarked upon it. The whistle sounded shrilly, smoke issued from the engine, and in a trice they were off on another stage of their adventurous journey. Changing their Direction "Crikey! What a do! What a performance!
Oh, my crikey! breakfast for ten, and you 'ollerin' for more! And now you "can't 'most tell"! Blow me, if it ain't enough to make a man write an insultin' letter to Gawd! You dror it mild, John Dyvis; don't 'andle me; I'm dyngerous.
A second bottle was broached. There were two cases standing ready in a stateroom; these two were brought out, broken open, and tested. 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.
To this homily the bandy-legged boy listened with his red cheeks artificially distended, and occasional murmurs of "Crikey!" but he took service on these terms, and did Jan no discredit. He was incorruptibly honest, and when from time to time the street fever seized him, and he left his work to play at post-leaping outside, Jan would quietly take his place, and did not betray him.
It will be readily supposed that I accepted his invitation; and returned home to make a toilette worthy of her I was to meet and the good news of which I was the bearer. The toilette, I have reason to believe, was a success. Mr. Rowley dismissed me with a farewell: 'Crikey! Mr.
Lavender, who, absorbed in his chauffeur's sentiments, had now drunk two glasses, rose from his, chair, and clutching his hair said: "I will not conceal from you, Joe, that I have always assumed every public man came up to that standard, at least." "Crikey said Joe. 'Ave you really, sir? My Gawd! Got any use for the rest of this bottle?" "No, Joe, no. I shall never have use for a bottle again."
Miss Gridley, though idealistic, is absolutely honest. She did house, feed, and teach a young woman whom Smith succeeded in decoying away. We admit that all these women really lived. But we still ask whether they were ever born?" "Oh, crikey!" said Moses Gould, stifled with amusement.
'Gentlemen, said the captain, after a pause, and with very much the air of a chairman opening a board-meeting, 'we're sold. Huish broke out in laughter. 'Well, if this ain't the 'ighest old rig! he cried. 'And Dyvis, 'ere, who thought he had got up so bloomin' early in the mornin'! We've stolen a cargo of spring water! Oh, my crikey! and he squirmed with mirth.
"You talk to me as if I was God Almighty, to do this and that! But if I can't?" "My son," said the captain, "you better do your level best, or you'll see sights!" "O yes," said Huish. "O crikey, yes!"
"Crikey!" said he at last. "Is that you, sir, or ain't it?" "How much?" demanded Ravenslee gruffly. "Crumbs!" said the chauffeur. "Sir, if you ain't you, all I say is I ain't me!" "Aw what's bitin' ye, bo?" growled Ravenslee. "Well, if this ain't the rummest go, I'm a perisher!" "Say, now, crank up d' machine an' beat it while d' goin' 's good. How's that, Joe?" "Lord, Mr.
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