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"I'm fond of my wethers ers ers," says Monsieur Caterna, in any number of baritones. It is the everlasting duet between Pipo and Bettina; and they are rehearsing for Shanghai. Happy Shanghai! They do not yet know the Mascotte! Ephrinell and Miss Bluett are talking away with unusual animation, and I catch the end of the dialogue. "I am afraid," said she, "that hair will be rising in Pekin "
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.
"What odds is it to you?" she screamed; "what business is it of yours, coming poking your nose in my affairs?" "Come, now, I can't have any rowing," exclaimed the matron. "Rowing! I should like to know what business it is of 'ers." "Hush, hush, I can't have you interfering with my patients; another word and I'll order you out of the hospital," "Horder me out of the horspital! and what for?
An', Guv, I only ax because your 'appiness an' 'ers is mine s' 'elp me!" "How if it's the other way about, Old Un? Suppose she avoids me?" "Why lumme, Guv! 'T is a sure sign she needs persoot. Remember this: "'Im as would lovely woman woo 'E lovely woman must persoo, For if 'e don't, 't is plain as plain That feller 'e will woo in vain.
"That's my business, sir," he quavered, in offended tones. "But you ain't married?" screamed Mrs. Silk. "Never mind," said Nugent, pacifically. "Perhaps I ought not to have mentioned it; it's a sore subject with Sam. And I daresay there were faults on both sides. Weren't there, Sam?" "Yes, sir," said Mr. Wilks, in a voice which he strove hard to make distinct; "especially 'ers."
Hi 'ope Hi did no wrong, sir; but you see, sometimes when all was quite still, sir, Hi did flash a light across from my window on 'ers, and we did 'ave a 'appy time, sir, come midnight quite silent, sir, and quite far apart; quite respectable, Hi assure you, sir nothing more all above the wall; for otherwise Hi couldn't 'ave seen 'er at all."
You ought to be very glad that she goes into these enthusiasms for the corsairs of Byron and the heroes of Walter Scott and your own Germans, Egmont, Goethe, Werther, Schiller, and all the other 'ers." "Well, madame, what do you say to that?" asked Dumay, respectfully, alarmed at Madame Mignon's silence.
"Well, if you're a friend of 'ers, I daresay she'll tell you 'erself next time she sees you," said the liftman. "Any-'ow, I sha'n't. See?" "But I particularly want to know," John persisted. "Look here, I'll give you half-a-crown if you'll tell me!..." "An' I'll give you a thick ear if you don't 'op it out of this quick," the liftman retorted angrily. "I know you. Nosey Parker, that's wot you are!
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.
She she sometimes I think she's made a way out of the lines after another bloke a kind o' Dutchy spy 'oo was a pal of 'ers, or or else she's dead. There's times I've dreamed I seen 'er dead!" His voice bounded up in that queer squeak again. The word "dead" was wrung out of him like a long-fanged double molar.
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