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"Tapena Tom harry my," said the spokesman, pointing. And the three beachcombers, following his indication, saw the figure of a man in pyjama trousers and a white jumper approaching briskly from the town. "That's Tapena Tom, is it?" said the captain, pausing in his music. "I don't seem to place the brute." "We'd better cut," said the clerk. "'E's no good."
He said it as an aside, half under his breath. "'E's never spoke, sir." "Hm!" The man cleared his throat and braced himself with a deliberate and obvious effort. "Is it he not water on the brain what?" I felt that a rigour of breathless suspense held every occupant of the compartment. I wanted, and I know that every other person there wanted, to say, "Look out! Don't go too far."
Gradely chap. Champion bat 'e be, nobbut 'e's a parson." "Then I'll drive 'em," said Dick, "and you get a lift o'er to Ecclesthorpe later, an' tool 'em home. 'Long about that time you'll be rested, an' Tod'll be after his oats." Blossom nodded, lifting his tankard and waving it on the way to his mouth, in feeble farewell. As he went out Dick glanced sideways at Amaryllis.
He was a nice well-behaved wolf, that never gave no trouble to talk of. I'm more surprised at 'im for wantin' to get out nor any other animile in the place. But, there, you can't trust wolves no more nor women." "Don't you mind him, Sir!" broke in Mrs. Tom, with a cheery laugh. "'E's got mindin' the animiles so long that blest if he ain't like a old wolf 'isself! But there ain't no 'arm in 'im."
It took a long time to dry, because I was very angry when I began to write and had pressed heavily on the pen. The crosses of my t's were like short broad canals. The loops of the e's, Fs and such letters were deep pools, and I had underlined one word with some vigour. I waved the sheet to and fro in the air.
Every one came to see the Big Baby so it was called by universal consent and most of them said, "E's a Bouncer," and almost all remarked to him, "Did they?" Miss Fletcher came and said she "never did," which was perfectly true. Lady Wondershoot, the village tyrant, arrived the day after the third weighing, and inspected the phenomenon narrowly through glasses that filled it with howling terror.
You take it from me, 'e's come around agin to make up fur lost time, an' I guess 'e's made a tidy haul to start with." "Well, we'll allow that this man is the hustler you speak of," went on Horrocks, bending his keen eyes severely on the unfortunate cowboy. "Now, what about tracking the cattle?" "Guess I didn't wait fur that, but it'll be easy 'nough."
So don't ye," and here he turned his stolid gaze on Helmsley, "don't ye, for all that ye're old, an' poor, an' 'elpless, go cadgin' round this 'ere reverend gemmen's property, cos 'e's got a real pityin' Christian 'art o's own, an' ye'd be sent to bed wi' the turnkey." Here he paused with a comprehensive smile round at the company, then taking up his hat, he put it on.
"An' the children on the shore 'ull miss 'im badly, for 'e was a reg'lar Father Christmas to 'em, not givin' presents by any manner o' means, 'avin' none to give, but tellin' 'em stories as kep' 'em quiet an' out of 'arms way for 'ours, an' mendin' their toys an' throwin' their balls an' spinnin' their tops like the 'armless old soul 'e was! I'm right sorry 'e's gone!
'Right or no right, 'e's done it, replied Misery, 'so you'd better take the box back to the shop. Crass and Sawkins accordingly returned to the workshop, where they were presently joined by Nimrod.
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