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Updated: May 13, 2025
Got any idea who lifted the second and third pair, any clues at all to the guilty wretches?" "No, Mr. Holmes; I really haven't," replied Lord Launcelot, as he sat down. "It's quite annoying to have to think about such a disconcerting event, so much out of my usual line, doncherknow."
Inspector Letstrayed seemed to have something in his noodle, and after much cogitation he finally came out with it. "Er, Hi say, Mr. 'Olmes," he blurted out, "you have forgotten to search any of the servants, to see whether or not they have the diamond cuff-buttons concealed about their persons, doncherknow."
It's O'Brien's Lane." Then, after a long silence, "Can't you back out?" "It's rather I mean sorter risky, mister. I don't know how far I'd have to back, doncherknow er, ahem!" "The crossroads can't be more than a hundred yards behind you. Where are you going?" "I'm going for a doctor," called Windomshire, hastily.
A local humorist, amidst the applause of an admiring crowd at the post-office window, had openly accused the postmaster of withholding letters to him from his only surviving brother, "the Dook of Doncherknow."
Even Mr. Narkom played his part creditably, and won a glance of approval from his justly celebrated ally. "Hello, old chap," said Cleek, extending a hand, and screwing a monocle still farther into his left eye. "Awfully pleased to see you, doncherknow. Devilish long journey, what? Beastly fine place you've got here, I must say. What you think, Lake?"
"Aw I'm a little off soundings, doncherknow, and am not suah whether that is Dunderberg Mountain or Saint Anthony's Olfactory Organ aw that's clevah, don't you think, Saint Anthony's Olfactory Organ, doncherknow" At the moment of partly rising to his feet, a couple of Vassar girls walked past.
So they tuk him to the horspittle, 'n Larks he up an' died there yestiddy. So us fellars we're goin' to give Larks a stylish funeril, you bet. We liked Larks an' it went over his back. Say, mister, there ain't nothin' mean 'bout us, come to buryin' of Larks; 'n we've voted to settle on one them 'Gates Ajar' pieces made o'flowers, doncherknow.
His father was a commanding officer, and though he was only nineteen years of age and his voice was just breaking, he rode the "high-horse of authority" over those men as though they were schoolchildren. When his lady friends came to visit him he would order a special parade so that they might see him in command of "his men, doncherknow!"
"It is aw quite a famous place; reminds me of Holland across the water, you know." "What is there about Haverstraw to suggest Holland?" inquired his lady friend. "They make bricks there aw a good many bricks aw may I inquire, doncherknow, did you ever see a brick?" "Oh, yes," she replied, with an impertinent glance from her mischievous eyes; "I think I am looking at one now."
"You mean to say that I am a brick aw good, dooced good; I must tell that at the club dooced clevah; couldn't do much bettah meself, doncherknow? Now, if you will kindly rise from your seat aw I will point out a vewy interesting mountain peak." "Thank you, I can see well enough without rising."
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