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Her opinion was not asked, however. In the homely grey dress, with her modest, retiring manner, her gentle, diffident countenance, she was taken by the customers for a paid servant, and if ever it happened that she could not supply a can of soup quickly enough sharp words reached her ear. 'Now then, you gyurl there! Are you goin' to keep me all d'y?
"Ain't seen nothing 'long de way nothin' to th' east'ard, has you, capt'n?" "No, I didn't see nothin'. And if I did, d'y' s'pose I'd tell you, you green-sided, patch-sailed whelp's loafer of a black pirate, do you?"
The larger number grow wild, and the rest are planted in a careless, irregular manner about their villages. Les terres possedees par les Malais, sont en general de tres bonne qualite. La nature semble avoir pris plaisir d'y placer ses plus excellentes productions.
The head clerk unobtrusively relapsed into his every-day speech. "And weren't they exciting enough for you?" "The one I was in was. But you see, sir, she sunk one d'y an' all 'ands with 'er." "Evidently you didn't sink with her. Or maybe you're amphibious?" "Amphibious? Oh, I s'y now, but that's a good one. My word! But you was jokin', wasn't you, sir? Of course you was.
B.F. LEWIS, d'y sh'ff. Inside is the bond with the signatures, Frantz Schuber in German script, and above in English, Also the writ, ending in words of strange and solemn irony: "In the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and forty-four and in the sixty-eighth year of the Independence of the United States." We need not follow the history at the slow gait of court proceedings.
"Since the flowers o' the forest are a' wed awa." "'Old yer jawr," yelled Mother Guttersnipe, rising, and making a dart at the bed. "I'll choke the life out ye, s'elp me. D'y want me to murder ye, singin' 'em funeral things?" Meanwhile the detective was talking rapidly to Mr. Calton. "The only person who can prove Mr.
"Wot d'y want with me?" he demanded sulkily. "Where did you find that brooch?" "I prigged it from Mr. Beecot's pocket when he wos smashed." "Did Mr. Hay tell you to steal it?" "No, he didn't." "Then how did you know the brooch was in my pocket?" asked Paul. "I was a-dodgin' round the shorp," snapped Tray, "and I 'eard Mr. Norman an' Mr. Beecot a-talkin' of the brooch; Mr.
"Don't do anything Spartan," said Malcourt warningly; "a man at your time of life " "My what! Confound it, Louis, I'm well this side of forty!" "Yes, perhaps; but when a man reaches your age there is not much left for him but the happiness of overeating " "What d'y' mean?" "Nothing; only as he's out of the race with younger men as far as a pretty woman is concerned "
Who knows but ye're a police spy, an officer in disguise, or 'Oh, slash yer gammon, Bloody Mike, exclaimed the stranger, speaking with a coarse, vulgar accent 'I know you well enough, tho' you don't remember me. Police spy, hey? Why, I've just come out of quod myself, d'y see and I've got tin enough to stand the rum for the whole party. So call up, fellers what'll ye all have to drink?
"They took up a purse an' wanted to give me a perscription damn't, but I told 'em t' turn it in t' the Horspital. Any man w'd a' done same for a yellow dog. What d'y' want t' give a fellow a medal for not bein' stinkin' coward?" Eleanor laughed. It was a happy silver laugh like the light on the Ridge cataracts.
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