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A venerable signor of a cat. Tabby. Cat's no good if it isn't tabby. Cat I'm going to have, and a canary! Didn't think of that before, but a cat and a canary seem to go, you know. Summer weather I shall sit at breakfast in the little room behind the shop, sun streaming in the window to rights, cat on a chair, canary singing and Mrs. Polly...." "Ello!" said Mrs. Larkins. "Mrs.
The adventure! "Whoa!" said Hobbs suddenly. "'Ello, wot the 'ell is " A dark figure had sprung into the road-way near the horses' heads, and was holding up a warning hand. "Is this Mr. Schmidt's carriage?" demanded a hoarse, suppressed voice. "It is," said Hobbs, "for the time being. Wot of it?" Robin's head came through the window. "What do you want?"
"'Ello, Slimmy!" returned Jimmie Dale ungraciously, speaking through the corner of his mouth. "Ferget it!" "Sure!" said the Magpie unconcernedly. He stared about him, and finally, drawing a chair up to the table, sat down, motioned the Tocsin to do the same, and leaned forward amiably. "I didn't mean to throw no scare into youse," he said, in a conciliating tone.
Harry allowed his eyes to become bulbous as he whispered the question. "Telling them two about what we 're going to do? Won't they find it out anyway?" "I guess that's true. What time are you going to the mine?" "I don't know that I 'm going. And then I may. I 've got to kind of sye 'ello around town first." "Then I 'm not to go with you?" Harry beamed at him.
"'Ello!" she said curtly, as she reached the doorway of the little office, and paused on the threshold. Shifty little black eyes met hers, as the bald head fringed with untrimmed gray hair, was lifted from a battered desk, and the wizened face of an old man was disclosed under the rays of the tin-shaded lamp. He grinned suddenly, showing discolored teeth and instinctively she drew back a little.
Ella ha tomado insensiblemente su puesto en la vida pública y ayuda y dirige al hombre aún cuando éste no se percate de ello, y aún cuando no se la reconozca derechos para ello.
Polly resented and hated that uncivil breadth of expressionless humanity, wanted to prod it, kick it, satirise it. But you cannot satirise a hack, if you have no friend to nudge while you do it. At last Mr. Polly could stand it no longer. He approached and prodded Rumbold. "Ello!" said Rumbold, suddenly erect and turned about. "Can't we have some other point of view?" said Mr. Polly.
"'Ello, Ada, w'ere you goin'?" he inquired, with a facetious grin. "Cum 'ere, I want ter talk ter yer." The fat girl stopped and laughed. "Can't I'm in a 'urry," she replied. "Well, kin I cum wid yer?" he asked, with another grin. "Not wi' that face, Chook," she answered, laughing. "None o' yer lip, now, or I'll tell Jonah wot yer were doin' last night," said Chook.
Sanford's fingers tightened on his whip. "Ho!" coughed the cockney. "See! You there!" Robert Cameron looked up at the shout. The blade shot between the child's head and the kitten and hummed gently, quivering in the wood. "Hi could 'a' cut 'is throat," said Percival so complacently that Sanford boiled. "You scared him stiff," he choked. "You hog! Don't " "'Ello, 'oo's the young dook?"
The sound of Blink gnawing her bone beneath the bed alone broke the silence. "I could do with a pint o' bitter," thought Joe; and, noticing the form of the weekly gardener down below, he said softly: "'Ello, Bob!" "'Ello?" replied the gardener. "'Ow's yours?" "Nicely." "Goin' to 'ave some rain?" "Ah!" "What's the matter with that?" "Good for the crops." "Missis well?" "So, so." "Wish mine was."
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