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She knew he must be one of the Malloring men, and longed to ask him questions; but he, too, looked shy and distrustful, as if he suspected that they wanted something out of him. She summoned up courage, however, to say: "Did you see about poor Bob Tryst?" "I 'eard tell. 'E didn' like prison. They say prison takes the 'eart out of you. 'E didn' think o' that."
Madehurst looked at me with narrowed eyes across the counter. "I dunno but it opens de 'eart like. Yes, it opens de 'eart. Dat's where losin' and bearin' comes so alike in de long run, we do say."
For instance, if you a-peepin' from the garret winder o' the 'ouse opposite yonder across the street 'ad 'appened to ob-serve a young fe-male on her knees here beside your werry own desk and veepin' fit to break 'er 'eart, pore soul you'd ha' been surprised, I think but I wasn't, no, not nohow " "Do you mean you actually saw a woman here here in my chambers?" "Aye, I did, sir!" "Who who was she?"
Yes, I am, though; it's mental worry, it's a 'arassed 'eart;" he looked at Ida and shook his head reproachfully. "She knows, but she don't care But whatsh the matter," he broke off, staring at Isabel, who was still struggling with her sniffs and sobs. "Whatsh up? Whatsh Isabel cryin' for? Ida been cryin' too? Look 'ere, I won't shtand that.
"They're all down below with their red jerseys on," replied the mate, still struggling, "and they're holding a sort o' consultation about the lost lamb, an' the best way o' reaching 'is 'ard 'eart." "Lost lamb!" repeated the skipper unconcernedly, but carefully avoiding the other's eye. "You're the lost lamb," said the mate, who always went straight to the point.
'I'm a fence that's what I am, said the burglar gloomily. 'I never thought I'd come down to this, and all acause er my kind 'eart. Cyril knew that a fence is a receiver of stolen goods, and he replied briskly 'I give you my sacred the cats aren't stolen. What do you make the time?
"That doesn't take up a great deal of your time," he remarked. "But you're getting on, aren't you?" "I think of going in for the boot-black business," he said. "I believe I could make a reputation there." "Don't you go losing 'eart," advised Mr. Trew. "I shouldn't be in the position I occupy now if I hadn't made up my mind, from the start, not to get low-spirited.
Afore you think of going, my lad, let it be fully impressed in your 'eart that we all love you and we all wish you the greatest 'appiness in the world. You 'ave been a very poor clown, but I dessay 't is more the fault of your bringing up than anything else. A clown 'as to be born, David, just the same as any other genius.
Me being a nat'rally quiet, reasonable, and law-abiding character, I objects to youthful millionaires on principle, Mr. Stevens, on principle!" "Ditto!" nodded Mr. Stevens, his glance wandering uneasily to the door again, "ditto with all my 'eart, sir. If it's all the same to you, I think p'r'aps I'd better be hopping you know "
'There, John dear, she cried, with tears of joy in her eyes, forgetting in her excitement to drat the man for not being in the back kitchen, 'to think that we should see a carriage an' pair like that there a-drawin' up in front of out own very 'ouse, and Lady 'Ilder Tergellis, or summat o' the sort, a-comin' 'ere to see that dear little lady in the parlour, why, it's enough to make one's 'eart burst, nearly, just you see now if it reelly isn't.
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