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Hyndman could still hear him, so he walked up to him and shouted, 'What the bloody 'ell's the matter wi' yer? As cool as you like old Peter replied, 'Cacoethes loquendi. Of course Hyndman hadn't the remotest idea what that meant and said, 'None o' yer bleed'n' impudence, else I'll land yer inter trouble. He didn't run him though. "I tell you, I'm jolly glad to be away from headquarters.
Already men had noted that quick, alert, soldierly gait of the new officer. But "shut up" was repeated when audible murmurs were made. "There's more fellows a-horseback up yonder. Who in 'ell's out to-night?" queried the citizen with the keenest ears. "Jimmy, boy, run up there and scout I'll give you a dime." And Jimmy, nothing loath, was off, swift and noiseless as an arrow.
'In my opinion ther's too much of this 'ere eddication, nowadays, remarked old Linden. 'Wot the 'ell's the good of eddication to the likes of us? 'None whatever, said Crass, 'it just puts foolish idears into people's 'eds and makes 'em too lazy to work. Barrington, who took no part in the conversation, still sat silently smoking.
It is possible that a congregation of agnostics, for instance, might want a separate building or to maintain a lecturer. 'What the 'ell's an agnostic? demanded Bundy. 'An agnostic, said the man behind the moat, 'is a bloke wot don't believe nothing unless 'e see it with 'is own eyes.
"Some of 'em's bin 'ere since six this mornin'. Gawblimey, you'd think they was givin' awy prizes. I dunno wot the 'ell I come for. I jus' did, sort of!..." Some one standing by, turned to a recruiting sergeant and whispered something to him, pointing to the guttersnipes in the queue. "Fight!" said the recruiting sergeant. "Gawd love you, guv'nor, they'd fight 'ell's blazes, them chaps would!"
Who in 'ell's a'goin' to draw the water for the mornin' tea? Do you think I'm a'goin' to? Well, I'm not," and he left. I filled the dixie with water from an old squeaking well, and once again lay down in the straw. Just before dozing off, Mr. Lance-Corporal butted in. In Tommy's eyes, a Lance-Corporal is one degree below a Private. In the Corporal's eyes, he is one degree above a General.
From stand to stand they went, betting Remorse in each book, ten and twenty dollars at a time; not enough to cause remark, but amounting to hundreds in the aggregate. Gradually the odds began to recede. Checkers rushed to the other end of the ring. "Gimme Remorse!" he exclaimed, excitedly, handing his gold-piece to a convenient blockman. "What the 'ell's this?" asked the wondering book-maker.
'Yes! cried Crass, fiercely. 'Why don't you answer the bloody question? Wot's the cause of poverty? 'What the 'ell's the matter with the present system? demanded Sawkins. 'Ow's it goin' to be altered? said Newman. 'Wot the bloody 'ell sort of a system do YOU think we ought to 'ave? shouted the man behind the moat. 'It can't never be altered, said Philpot.
A look of deep cunning crept into the boy's thin freckled face; his eyes contracted and blinked nervously. "What th' 'ell's the difference? If the Porter mare starts Redpath thinks he's got a lead-pipe cinch." "You'd lose your five hundred; that's the difference," retorted Langdon. "An' if she doesn't start, an' our horse wins, I get five hundred? Is that dead to rights?"
"I was ummin all the bawdy bits I know to keep me company," called up a voice husky as a ghost's and cheery as a robin's: "It's lonesome-like kickin your heels in the dark against the powder bar'l you're goin to ell in next minute. Not that it's ell I mind. Ell's all right once you're there. It's the gettin there's the trouble the messin about and waitin and that."
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