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It's a damned sight too hot for roasting cakes. The top side of it's three hundred degrees." "Three hundred degrees!" said Raut. "Three hundred centigrade, mind!" said Horrocks. "It will boil the blood out of you in no time." "Eigh?" said Raut, and turned. "Boil the blood out of you in . . . No, you don't!" "Let me go!" screamed Raut. "Let go my arm!"
"Opera Comique," he said, "Thursday; Friday, the Surrey; Saturday, the Frivolity. That's all, I think." "But " I began. "Glad you're free," he said, snatching some proofs off the desk and beginning to read. "I don't quite understand," I said. "Eigh?" he said, at the top of his voice, as though he thought I had gone and was startled at my remark. "Do you want me to criticise these plays?"
"But whot dust theaw say, Hal o' Nabs?" he added, to the sturdy hind who had recently spoken. "Ey'n spill t' last drop o' meh blood i' t' owd abbut's keawse," replied Hal o' Nabs. "We winna stond by, an see him hongt loike a dog. Abbut Paslew to t' reskew, lads!" "Eigh, Abbut Paslew to t' reskew!" responded all the others, except Ruchot o' Roaph's.
They flew on apart, and sank, as the breeze fell, among the grass: some to germinate, some to perish. His eye followed them until they had vanished. "I can't go back to Surbiton," said the Young Lady in Grey. "EIGH?" said Mr. Hoopdriver, catching at his moustache. This was an unexpected development. To do Good. I want to lead a Free Life and Own myself. I can't go back.
On reaching the cottage, the ruffian flung himself into a chair, and for a time seemed lost in reflection. At last he looked up, and said gruffly to Jennet, who stood watching him, "See if mother be come whoam?" "Eigh, eigh, ey'm here, Jem," said Elizabeth Device, opening the inner door and coming forth. "So, ye ha been swimmin' Nance Redferne, lad, eh! Ey'm glad on it ha! ha!"
The moment, however, that the man with the horn sounded a rough and most unmelodious blast, there was a buzz and a stir below, and many a short grunt arose out of the pit, and long yawns, and eigh, eighs! while a dozen splinters of resinous wood were instantly lit, and held aloft, by whose light I saw fifty or sixty half naked, but well armed blacks, gazing up at us from beneath, their white eyes and whiter teeth glancing.
After all, Horrocks might have heard nothing. At any rate, he had pulled him out of the way in time. His odd manner might be due to the mere vague jealousy he had shown once before. He was talking now of the ash-heaps and the canal. "Eigh?" said Horrocks. "What?" said Raut. "Rather! The haze in the moonlight. Fine!" "Our canal," said Horrocks, stopping suddenly.
"Come up bright and smilin', eigh? Now I guess" the emphasis made it clear that the captain believed himself to be employing an Americanism; and so successful was he in his own esteem that he could not resist the temptation to improve upon the imitation "Na-ow I guess yeou're abaout right ready, ben't ye, to hev a drink, sonny?" "No, thank you," said Kirkwood, smiling tolerantly.
Really, now, you know, a fellow can't stand that sort of thing! A downright assault! I'm sorry I struck him, though devilish sorry! I'll pay the damage with pleasure. Mat. Tho. Aw'm o' reet. Let th' mon goo. What's he to tho or mo? Eigh! eigh! mo owd boans 'ud rayther not. It's noan blame sure to an owd mon to fo' tired o' feightin! Mat. Father! father! forgive me! I'm all yours.
What ship is that?" "There's no ship," said I. "Do be sensible, old chap." "No ship!" he repeated, and seemed to forget my denial forthwith. "I suppose," said he, slowly, "we're both dead. But the rummy part is I feel just as though I still had a body. Don't get used to it all at once, I suppose. The old shop was struck by lightning, I suppose. Jolly quick thing, Bellows eigh?"
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