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Wilkins, "I've nothin' to say agen the Chinaman, as a Chinaman. As to 'is being a 'eathen, well, throwin' stones at a church, as the sayin' is, don't make a Christian of you.
The two girls were convulsed, turning crimson with the effort to repress their giggles. Mrs Yabsley was annoyed, feeling that they were treating the matter as a farce. "I'm ashamed o' yer, Chook," she remarked severely. "Yer the two ends an' middle of a 'eathen. That's wot they call 'is surplus, an' I wish I 'ad the job of ironin' it."
He pushed half-a-crown into my hand, overriding my parents' susceptibilities with the easy good-temper of a man accustomed to have his way in all things. "No squanderin' it on the 'eathen," was his parting injunction as I left the room; "you spend that on a Christian tradesman."
When Jarvis saw the Doctor working over the disabled natives he roared first with laughter, then with anger. His last desire was to put them out of the way at once. "For, sir," he argued, "them hain't no natural, ordinary 'eathen, indeed not, sir. They are the very h'old Nick 'isself, sir." But Dave suggested putting them in their own ivory prison, and this advice prevailed.
She was at once tied up with the aid of ice-anchors, and preparations made for dragging her out of the water. "But first," said the Doctor, "let us visit our friends, 'the bloomin' 'eathen, as Jarvis styles them." It was a strange sight that met their gaze as they entered the village.
"Look at that," said Holroyd; "where's your 'eathen idol to match 'im?" And Azuma-zi looked. For a moment Holroyd was inaudible, and then Azuma-zi heard: "Kill a hundred men. Twelve per cent, on the ordinary shares," said Holroyd, "and that's something like a Gord!"
"The bally, blithering unnatural 'eathen hev flew the h'ivory coops. T'was to be expected. I 'ates t' think what h'I'd a-done, 'ad h'I 'ad the say of it." "Oh, well," said the Doctor, who was inclined to take Jarvis' quarrel with the natives rather lightly, "in twenty-four hours we'll be away from these shores never to return." "Return?" exclaimed Jarvis. "H'I'll return, an' Dave 'ere'll return.
Dave, who knew that the old seaman was acquainted with several native dialects, said: "What do you make of it?" "Can't get 'em straight," said Jarvis. "But them three 'eathen that's talkin' loudest, them's 'eathen from another tribe 'er somethin'. They're not the right color. Their eyes hain't right an' they don't speak the language right.
''Tis good of you to come and see a poor devil, Mr Pendle, he said in a grateful voice. 'Y'll be no loser by yer kin'ness, I can tell y'. 'To whom should a priest come, save to those who need him? 'Oh, stow that! growled Mosk, in a tone of disgust; 'if I want religion I can get more than enough from that Baltic cove. He's never done preachin' and prayin' as if I were a bloomin' 'eathen.
"Mister," he cried in the darkness, not knowing how else to address his protector. "I mun go whoam." "Wot?" exclaimed the other. "Thought better of it already? Well, go, then, yer little 'eathen 'ippocrite!" "I'll coom back," said Paul. "Yer afeared, yer little rat," said Barney Bill, out of the blackness. "I'm not," retorted Paul indignantly. "I'm freeten'd of nowt."
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