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David's a young kid, an' wild, an' without any good home like you an 'me 've got, an' runnin' round the Barbary Coast in Frisco, with those bloody vampires there. 'Is uncle, Morton, is afraid 'e'll get the 'abit, and wants to sen' 'im pretty far. Well, 'e remembers 'e was in Tahiti forty years before, an' 'e been dealin' in a way in vanilla with ol' Llewellyn's 'ouse 'ere.
'Doctor, sez 'e, 'is them toes buried, if I might be so bold? 'Cawn't say, sez the doctor quite hindifferent, though 'e must 'a' knowed. 'Well, my opinion is, sez father, ''e'll feel them toes till they're took an' buried an' rotted away in the ground. An' then 'e tells 'bout 'is sister's boy. 'Nonsense, sez the doctor, 'tain't 'is toes at all.
Perhaps the section, which stood like a wall of masonry, looked surprised; more probably the surprise was mine. But the corporal explained. "Don't think you're Tottenham Hotspur in the Cup Final. Never mind giving 'im a foul. You've got to 'urt 'im or 'e'll 'urt you. Kick 'im anywhere with your knees or your feet. Your ammunition boots will make 'im feel it.
'E'll unnerstand that it was all done in mistake, an' not by preference, so to speak. An' unnerstandin', he'll forgive. Lots of them mistakes are made by girls like me" thumping of washed but still grimy hand above gallant little heart "through swipes like you. Life's full of 'em down our way. But life's love, and love's life, and you can't get away from that, that yer can't.
'Forbear, repeated the Phoenix, sternly. 'Who pinched the click off of the old bloke in Aldermanbury? it added, in a changed tone. 'Who sneaked the nose-rag out of the young gell's 'and in Bell Court? Who 'Stow it, said Ike. 'You! ugh! yah! leave go of me. Bash him off, Urb; 'e'll have my bloomin' eyes outer my ed.
'E'd kill 'is own mother, if 'e felt like it. 'E'll swing some day, sure as I stand 'ere, but 'e'll do a bit more mischief first. 'Op it with me, guvnor, or get inside there." "Jim's right," the man behind the bar agreed. "He's a very nasty customer, Bill the Tanner, sir. If he's coming down, I'd clear out for a moment. You can go in the guvnor's sitting-room, if you like."
He hesitated a moment, and then went in to the kitchen to find his wife. "That child's in my chair," he said. Ellen was setting the tray for her husband's tea. "Yes ... I know," she replied. "I I did mention it, but 'e 'asn't moved." "Well, take 'im out," ordered Stott, but he dropped his voice. "Does it matter?" asked his wife. "Tea's just ready. Time that's done 'e'll be ready for 'is bath."
Then he uttered a foul oath, blew out his candle, pulled the blanket over his head and tried to go to sleep. I heard one of the other men laugh and say good-humouredly, "'E's gettin' on 'e'll soon be swearin' wi' the best of us." The man referred to was rather refined and had resisted the habit of swearing far longer than any of us.
"What d'yo think o' Jimmy, Dr. Rawcliffe?" "He oughtn't to be left alone. Isn't there any sister or anybody who could come to him?" "Naw; 'e's got naw sisters, Jimmy 'assn't." "Well, you must get him to lie down and eat." "Get 'im? Yo can do nowt wi' Jimmy. 'E'll goa 'is own road. 'Is feyther an' 'e they wuss always quar'ling, yo med say.
'E'll think you're a man in reg'lar work by your being up so early." "P'raps," said Beale thoughtfully, running his hand over the rustling stubble of his two days' beard "p'raps I'd best get a wash and brush-up first, eh? It might be worth it in the end. I'll 'ave to go to the doss to get our pram and things, any'ow." The landlord of the desired house really thought Mr.
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