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"You go about yer business, and be back direckly," cried a gruff voice from somewhere above. "That's mother," said the child, and ran down the stair. When we reached the second floor, there stood a big fat woman on the landing, with her face red, and her hair looking like that of a doll ill stuck on. She did not speak, but stood waiting to see what we wanted.
He must have been a strange being to look at, I always think, at this point of his development, with his huge nose, his black eyes, his lanky figure, and his sober countenance, on which a smile was rarely visible, but from which burst occasional guffaws of laughter. At the words 'droont himsel', Mrs. Falconer started. 'Rin, laddie, rin, she said, 'an' fess him back direckly! Betty!
I didn't 'ear wot she said, but I saw her shake her 'ead, and a'most direckly arterwards she was marching away between the two policemen with the crowd follering and advising 'er where to kick 'em. I was a bit worried at fust not about her and then I began to think that p'raps it was the best thing that could have 'appened.
That made Ginger and Peter look at each other. Direckly Sam began to talk about money they began to think they might be losing something. "And wot about 'aving 'im in our bedroom and keeping us awake all night?" ses Peter. "And putting it on to me with the toothache," ses Ginger.
"Well, take him my compliments, and tell him I should like to see him," said the marquis, after a pause. "He 'll come direckly, my lord." "Of course he will!" said the marquis. "Jist as readily, my lord, as he wad gang to ony tramp 'at sent for 'im at sic a time," returned Malcolm, who did not relish either the remark or its tone. "What do you mean by that?
I was at the foot o' the stairs at the time, and, not knowing wot to do, I went up 'em into Bob's bedroom." "Well?" ses Bill Chambers, as Henery Walker stopped and looked round. "A'most direckly arterwards I 'eard Mrs. Pretty and her sister coming upstairs," ses Henery Walker, with a shudder. "I was under the bed at the time, and afore I could say a word Mrs.
'Whase hoose is 't? 'I dinna ken. I only saw him come oot o' 't ance, an' Jock Mitchell was haudin' Black Geordie roon' the neuk. It canna be far frae Mr. Lindsay's 'at you an' Mr. Ericson used to gang till. 'Come an' lat me see 't direckly, cried Robert, starting up, with a terrible foreboding at his heart. They were in the street in a moment.
Fess some het watter, an' some linen cloots." "I hae nane o' naither," replied Jean from the bottom of the stair. "Mak up the fire an' put on some watter direckly. I s' fin' some clooties," she added, turning to Malcolm, "gien I sud rive the tail frae my best Sunday sark."
I didn't 'ear wot she said, but I saw her shake her 'ead, and a'most direckly arterwards she was marching away between the two policemen with the crowd follering and advising 'er where to kick 'em. I was a bit worried at fust not about her and then I began to think that p'raps it was the best thing that could have 'appened.
Pretty stuck her 'ead out. "H'sh!" she ses, in a whisper. "Go away." "I want to see Bob," ses Dicky Weed. "You can't see 'im," ses Mrs. Pretty. "I'm getting 'im to bed. He's been shot, pore dear. Can't you 'ear 'im groaning?" We 'adn't up to then, but a'most direckly arter she 'ad spoke you could ha' heard Bob's groans a mile away. Dreadful, they was. "There, there, pore dear," ses Mrs. Pretty.
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