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Updated: May 7, 2025
"'Deed on it is, squoire," replied Bess, "ey wur quite glopp'nt at seet on him. Lorjus o' me! whoy, it's scarcely an hour sin he left here, looking os strong an os 'earty os yersel. Boh it's a kazzardly onsartin loife we lead. Here to-day an gone the morrow, as Parson Houlden says. Wall-a-day!"
She pointed to the paper. "Go on, please. 'Dear sir, a party as we will call W. B. 'as joined the company. W'ich is strange to say " "Who's he?" Sam looked up again, but Tilda's finger still pointed firmly. "'W'ich 'e too continues 'earty; but You-know-Oo is close after 'im; and so, dear sir, 'avin' 'eard of an Island called 'Olmness, we are off there to-morrow, and will let you know further.
"Oh, some of the folks that live other places not so far away think we talk funny," Ellis went on to say. "Do they? Then there is as much difference in liking ways of talking as in the kind of smells you like. Now, I never could bear the smell of onions cooking, and yet nurse says they smell so 'earty and happetizing; she drops her h's, you know." Ellis stared.
"'Ardly that, young sir, 'ardly that!" said he, rubbing his chin with the shaft of his hammer. "No, 'ardly a poet, p'raps, but thereabouts. My verses rhyme an' go wi' a swing, which is summat, arter all, ain't it? I made the song I was a-singing so blithe an' 'earty did ye like it?" "Indeed, yes." "No, but did ye though?" he questioned wistfully, slanting his head at me. "Honest an' true?"
He was naked still, save for his trousers, but wearing his cocked hat a-rake. The man at his side heaved a French corpse through the port. "That's the lot," said the Gunner, picking his teeth, and turned with black and grinning face to the boy. "Well, sir, what d'ye think? me? earty fighter, ain't I?"
"Why, Ginger, old chap," ses Bill, with a 'earty smile, "wot are you all three in one bed for?" "We was a bit cold," ses Ginger. "Cold?" ses Bill. "Wot, this weather? We 'ad a bit of a spree last night, old man, didn't we? My throat's as dry as a cinder." "It ain't my idea of a spree," ses Ginger, sitting up and looking at 'im.
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