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Almost at the same moment the door which Aldous and his companions were trying to force was burst open from within, and three men seemed to be shot out from the dark passage inside two wrestling with the third, a wild beast in human shape, maddened apparently with drink, and splashed with blood. "Ee's done for her!" shouted one of the captors; "an' for the Sister too!"
'Ee's got one of 'is moods." "Poor Harold! I thought he had got over all that since he had given himself over to the distractions of wine, woman, and song. I haven't seen him in one of his moods for three or four years." "Ah, sir, I 'ave, then.
"There's some people as is real ill-natured," she said presently, in an angry voice. "Aye?" said John, looking up sharply. "What are they sayin' now?" "It's Muster Saunders. 'Ee's allus sayin' nassty things about other folks. And there'd be plenty of fault to be found with 'im, if onybody was to try. An' Sally Saunders eggs him on dreadful."
Darkness was falling rapidly, but she could distinguish his small figure against the snow, and his halting gait. 'What is it, Arthur? what is it, lammie? 'O Cousin Mary Anne! Cousin Mary Anne! It's Uncle John, an 'ee's dead! She ran like the wind at the words, catching at the child's hand in the dark, and dragging him along with her. 'Where is he, Arthur? don't take on, honey!
"I say, Bloater," whispered Little Jim, "ee's got such an ugly mug that I do b'lieve ee's up to some game or other." "P'raps 'ee is," returned the Bloater, meditatively; "we'll let 'im alone an' foller 'im up."
"Ah, Bluenose," said Mrs Laker, as her brother entered, cap in hand, and seated himself among the men of the "Nancy," who were doing full justice to Mrs Foster's hospitality, "I thought ye wouldn't be long in the parlour, for you aint bin used to 'igh life, an' w'y should you? as was born of poor but respectible parients, not but that the parients of the rich may be respectible also, I don't go for to impinge no one, sit down, Tommy, my dear child, only think! ee's bin 'alf drownded, an' 'is mother dead only two year next Whitsuntide; sit down, Tommy, wot'll ye 'ave?"
Ther isn't many things ee's got to liven him up; an' ee takes 'is chances o' goin' to jail it's wuth it, ee thinks." The old man's hands on his stick shook more and more visibly. Bygones of his youth had come back to him. "Oh, I know! I know!" cried Marcella, with an accent half of indignation, half of despair. "It's the whole wretched system. It spoils those who've got, and those who haven't got.
"I won't forget yer," answered the conductor, "you shall 'ave yer Sharing Cross. Don't make a fuss about it." "That's the third time 'ee's arst me not to forget 'im," he remarked to me in a stentorian aside; "'ee don't giv' yer much chance of doin' it, does 'ee?"
She can't stay in that cottage, cos they'll be wantin' it for another keeper. Lord Maxwell ee's givin' her a fine pension, my word ee is! an' says ee'll look after Johnnie. And what with my bit airnins we'll do, yer know, miss we'll do!" The old woman looked up with a nod, her green eyes sparkling with the queer inhuman light that belonged to them.
But thik there gen'leman, 'ee's one o' Oxford, 'ee do tell me; and they'm a main venturesome lot, they college volk. 'Ee's off by 'isself droo the starm, all so var as Lundy!" "Will he reach it?" I asked, anxiously, having my own idea on the subject. "Doan't seem like ut, zur, do ut? Ur must, an' ur mustn't, an' yit again ur must. Powerful 'ard place ur be to maake in a starm, to be zure, Lundy.
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