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"To be quite exact," I said, "I am dining with another lady." There was a short pause. Then, with an air of some embarrassment Gertie broke the silence. "Ere," she said: "you know that five bob you give me?" "Yes," I said. "Well, I ain't spendin' it on no dinner see. I'm goin' to buy a 'at wiv it a 'at like 'ers: d'yer mind?" "I do mind," I said severely.
It was one of the show places of the town, and when the "rubber neck" wagons approached the Ryder mansion and the guides, through their megaphones, expatiated in awe-stricken tones on its external and hidden beauties, there was a general craning of vertebrae among the "seeing New York"-ers to catch a glimpse of the abode of the richest man in the world.
I've been scratched once in my life, and I wasn't going to be agin, so, fixing my eyes on 'er, I just stepped back a bit, ready for 'er. So long as I kept my eye fixed on 'ers she couldn't do anything. I knew that. Unfortunately I stepped back just a inch too far, and next moment I went over back'ards in twelve foot of water.
An' then she told us ow' when they rang a bell somebody was goin' to put Mortimer to death, an' 'ow she stopped that by climbin' up to the bell and 'angin' on to the clapper. Then in came Mortimer an' sang a song with 'er as well 'e might about 'is true love 'avin' 'is 'eart an' 'is 'avin' 'ers, an' everyone clappin' an' stampin' an' ancorein' in the best of tempers.
Keyse had been actually mentioned in Despatches for carrying tea under fire to the prisoners at the Fort; had sought her society, lent paper-patterns, and imparted, in confidence, what she knew of the secret of Saxham's wedded life. "Dear William! My good, kind Love! Best I should 'urt you, deer, if 'urt you 'ave to be. You see them three large winders covered wiv lovely lace?" "'Ers Mrs.
And by and by Ted wiped his eyes and put his arm round the gal's waist and ses "'This is my intended, Miss Florrie Price, he ses. 'Ain't she a little wonder? Wot d'ye think of 'er? "'I'll keep my own opinion, I ses. 'I ain't got nothing to say against gals, but if I only lay my hands on that young brother of 'ers'
Foley, "and I says to myself, I says, 'Pride'll bear a pinch, but she's going too far. If she thinks that she can squeedge those little tootsywootsies of 'ers into them boo " The door slammed violently and left him exchanging grins with Mr. Jobson. "How's the 'at?" he inquired. Mr. Jobson winked. "Bet you a level 'arf-dollar I ain't wearing it next Sunday," he said, in a hoarse whisper. Mr.
A few fish scales transferred themselves from the back of his oakum-coloured hand to his venerable brow. "'Tain't no use," he murmured. "'Er's nigh twenty year' ole come nex' month. Tar ain't no use neither. 'Tis new strakes 'ers wantin'." He thumbed the seams of the old boat that lay on the shingle, with the outgoing tide still lapping round her stern. "An' new strakes do cost tarrible lot."
"What price a title for the Byng Baas one of these days! They like tips down there where the old Markis rumbles through his beard and a lot of hands to be greased. And grease it costs a lot, political grease does. But what price a title Sir Rudyard Byng, Bart., wot oh!" "Try another shelf higher up, and it's more like it. Wot a head for a coronet 'ers! W'y "
Before we reached the ridge we could see that the basalt had been literally reduced to powder, and that a little channel, already being filled by the rising tide, had been cut right through the obstacle. A loud hurrah rang through the air; our prison-doors were opened, and we were prison- ers no more.
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