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"'Eavens an' 'arth!" ejaculated the groom, wheeling round, and stalking rapidly off to the stable like a pair of insane compasses; while the senior clerk returned to the bedroom, where he found Mr Kennedy still raving, Peter Mactavish still aghast and deadly pale, and Harry Somerville staring like a maniac at his young friend, as if he expected every moment to see him explode, although, to all appearance, he was sleeping soundly, and comfortably too, notwithstanding the noise that was going on around him.
I'd ha' given a year's pay for ten minutes o' your signallin' work this mornin'." "I wouldn't 'ave took it up," was the answer. "Perishin' 'Eavens above! Look at the Devolution's semaphore!" Two black wooden arms waved from the junior ship's upper bridge. "They've seen it."
"Why should a German warship capture us!" demanded Leonard in a voice that threatened to rise in excitement. "Quiet! Quiet! 'Eavens, lad! Don't you know? Ain't you 'eard? W'y it's war! War! War's broke out all over th' world! Everyw'ere! Ever'body!" "War!" gasped Madden. "War! What countries?" demanded Smith in an excited whisper. "Hall countries!
Oh, doocid clever I call it what!" "Er by the way, Brim," said Mr. Stevens, his glance roving toward the open window, "where does he happen to be to-night?" "Where?" repeated Mr. Brimberly, fingering a slightly agitated whisker, "where is Young Har, sir? Lord, Mr. Stevens, if you ask me that, I throws up my 'ands, and I answers you 'eavens knows!
"''Eavens! says Hammond, 'you don't s'pose it's that 'ere Coolie come back? "'No, no! says I. 'Where's your common sense? The cook snored bass; this critter's snoring suppraner, and mighty poor suppraner at that. "'Well, says he, ''ere goes to wake 'im hup! And he commenced to holler, 'Ahoy! and 'Belay, there! down the hatch.
"Why, sir, since you ask me, I should answer begging your parding 'eavens knows, sir!" "Precisely! Anyway, I'm going there fast." "Where, sir?" "Heaven knows, Brimberly." "Ah er certingly, sir!" "Now, Brimberly, as a hard-headed, matter-of-fact, common-sense being, what would you suggest for a poor devil who is sick and tired of everything and most of all of himself?"
"See here, my girl," he said sharply, "you must not behave in this fashion. I have reason to believe that the assassin of Mr. Vrain entered the house through the premises of your mistress." "Lawks, what a 'orrible idear!" shrieked Mrs. Bensusan. "Good 'eavens, Rhoda, did you see the murdering villain?" "Me? No! I never sawr nothing, mum," replied Rhoda doggedly.
Kybird, who had just entered the room and was standing with his back to the door holding the handle, regarded him expectantly. "It's been worrying 'im some time," pursued Mr. Smith. "'E 'asn't got nobody belonging to 'im, and for a long time 'e couldn't think 'ow to leave it. Wot with 'ouse property and other things it's a matter of over ten thousand pounds." "Good 'eavens!" said Mr.
I asked, with some hesitation. "The torpedo, sir. Bless your 'art, it went up to the 'eavens like a sky-rocket, an' blowed the out-'ouse about to that extent that you couldn't find a bit big enough to pick your teeth with." On hearing this I roused myself, and hastened to the scene of devastation. One glance sufficed. The spot on which my laboratory had stood was a blackened heap of rubbish!
"Am I seeing this, or is it just Pretend?" Thomas now warmed to the fray. "Harm!" he scourged, "Harness! Hash! Hew! Hoodwink! Hurt and hurk!" "'Eavens!" breathed the King's English. "Turn your cold shoulder," advised the little old gentleman. The King's English thrust out the right. And it helped! "Oh, hayches don't matter," he panted. "I'm hall right has long has 'is grammar doesn't get too bad."
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