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So another donkey was procured, this time with a man's saddle, and putting her foot in the stirrup, she cocked her leg over and took her seat triumphantly. Neither modesty nor bashfulness was to be reckoned among Liza's faults, and in this position she felt quite at ease. 'I'll git along arright now, Tom, she said; 'you garn and git yerself a moke, and come an' jine in.
The King's messenger stood on his toes and whispered up into the guard's ear. The guard looked down on him. "King's messenger! Go on with yer!" He shoved him back. "Yes, garn with yer!" said Scotty, "but he's gained a guid half oor wi' his King's-messenger talk. I think I'll hae tae be something important masel' sune." The soldier with Scotty could speak French.
There were the husky voices of the street hawkers, the hoarse laughter, the quarrelling, the oaths, the rasping shouts of the butcher selling chunks of dark joints by auction, the screeches of the roast-potato man, and the smell of stale vegetables and fried fish. "Jow, 'ow much a pound for yer turmaters?" "Three pence; I gave mor'n that for 'em myself." "Garn!" "S'elp me, Gawd, I did, mum!"
'Na, Tom, she said, a little more gently, 'it's too lite. 'Liza, he said, blushing to the roots of his hair. 'Well? 'Liza' he couldn't go on, and stuttered in his shyness 'Liza, I I I loves yer, Liza. 'Garn awy! He was quite brave now, and took hold of her hand.
'Well, yer might 'ave come up and said good mornin' when you see me. 'I didn't want ter force myself on, yer, Liza. 'Garn! You are a bloomin' cuckoo. I'm blowed! 'I thought yer didn't like me 'angin' round yer; so I kep' awy. 'Why, yer talks as if I didn't like yer. Yer don't think I'd 'ave come aht beanfeastin' with yer if I 'adn't liked yer?
At last he found an old coin of very ancient date, and seeing that I wished to have it, he bargained with me, until he got all the money I had for it. Of course the coin was worth any money, and satisfactorily proves that Garn Goch was an old British encampment at the time of the invasion of the Romans. 'Well, brother, you are by the head! That old coin is nothing but a well-used sixpence.
"But seeing you eight sizes more of a toff than what you were when I previously 'ad the pleasure, I 'esitated to tip you the 'Ow Do." She tossed her imitation ostrich plumes in joyous coquetry. "As if I didn't know wot you're after. Garn! You only wants to know if I acted on the stryte about ..." His projecting ears burned crimson. "Well, an' suppose I do. Did she " "Did she wot?"
'I tried one day you will scarcely believe it, Mr Gwynne to make him understand that Garn Goch was an old British encampment, but he would not take it in. 'Ah, really; I do not very much wonder myself, for I cannot quite "take in" those heaps of stones and all that sort of thing, responded the host.
"But I shouldn't be surprised but wot they'd stand an' look in one another's fyces wivout s'yin' a word, for a week or so by the Time Above, an' the tears a-runnin' down an' never stoppin'!" "Garn! There ain't no cryin' in 'Eaven," said W. Keyse, beginning on the bread-and-butter. "The Bible tells you so!" "That's right enough.
Then: "You'd see what I'd do!" he said ominously. "Garn! Swank!" she repeated. "Now do it! Go on, do it!" "I'll let you off this time," he said judicially. "Garn! Softie. You can't do anything, you can't! You're a softie!" "I could cut your head off an' scalp you an' leave you hanging on a tree, I could," he said fiercely, "an' I will, too, if you go on calling me names." "Softie! Swank!
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