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When I 'eerd all them shots poppin' off every few minutes, up by the Casino, I used to think 'twas the suicides a shooting theirselves all over the place, for before I left 'ome, I 'ad a warnin' from my young man that was the kind of goin's on they 'ad here. But now I know it's only the pigeon shooters, tryin' for prizes, and I wouldn't eat a pigeon pie in this 'otel, not if 'twas ever so!"
I'm a waiter there, and I can put you wise to a lot of things. Chin, Chin! 'Cheerio, answered Dick, as the energetic corporal disappeared. 'I'm gettin' 'ard o' 'earin', said the old groom. 'Leastways I ain't sure I 'eerd 'im correct. Wot did 'e say?
Shall I fetch the doctor?" "Ee ain't no use! besides, you'd get into a row if you went to him now. When I wos 'ome and like this my mother used to go to a chemist and git me some sweet spirits of nitre, and it always made me as right as a trivet. But there ain't no such luck 'ere." "Wot yer call it? Sweet spirits o' mitre? Never 'eerd on it afore. 'Ow do you tike it?"
I did think I was done for this mornin'. The nurse thought so too, for I 'eerd her say so; an' the doctor said as much. Indeed I'm not sure that my own 'art didn't say so but I'll cheat 'em all yet, Bobby, my boy. You've put new life into my old carcase, an' I'll come up to the scratch yet see if I don't." But Ned Frog did not "come up to the scratch."
The old man kept his eyes fixed on a distant reach of the river, and moved no muscle of his face. "I guess it's Christ," he said at last. "Ah niver 'eerd tell on 'im," the collier answered slowly. "Hast 'niver 'eerd tell on Christ?" the old man asked in measured machine-like tones. "I thowt ivery one know'd on 'im. Why, what religion are you?"
"What be a pocket-book, then, Master Lake?" said he, grinning, as if at his own ignorance. "Thee's eerd of a pocket-book before now, thee vool, sure-ly!" said the impatient windmiller. "I'se eerd of a pocket of hops, Master Lake," said George, after an irritating pause, during which he still smiled, and scratched his poll as if to stimulate recollection.
'Stand back, men, he says, 'and be ready for 'em with the bay'net. 'Tweren't no manner o' use shooting; 'twere too close in there and our bullets might ha' ricochayed. We soon 'eerd 'em a-coughing. There wur a terrible deal o' smoke, and there wur we a-waiting at top of them stairs for 'em to come up like rats out of a hole.
Good-by!" So he nodded, turned sharp about and went upon his way. Hereupon the Bo'sun shook his head, took off the glazed hat, stared into it, and putting it on again, turned and stumped along beside Barnabas. "The 'Bully-Sawyer, Trafalgar!" murmured the Bo'sun, as they went on side by side; "you've 'eerd o' the 'Bully-Sawyer, Seventy-four, o' course, young sir?"
And the innocence of her face being gone, she went lowly and humbly, paying for Essy, Essy's debt of shame. That was her view. "Sall I set the tae here, Miss Gwanda," she enquired. "Sence doctor isn't coomin'?" "How do you know he isn't coming?" Alice asked. Mrs. Gale's face was solemn and oppressed. She turned to Gwenda, ignoring Alice. "'Aven't yo 'eerd, Miss Gwanda?"
"We 'eerd down in the village as 'ow you'd come 'ome, Miss, and as 'ow you'd give your orders that the Five Sisters was to be left stannin', and we coomed up wi' Spruce to see 'ow Leach 'ud take it, an' 'fore we could say a wurrd Leach he up wi' his whip and cut Spruce across the for'ead as ye see " Maryllia raised her hand and silenced him with a gesture. "Thank you! That will do. I understand!"
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