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Updated: June 27, 2025


It is worthy of note that the service was freely offered before the man spoke so much as a word. It had not been Glen's habit to volunteer help. He was feeling the influence of the home he had just left. The offer was not kindly received. The man's reply was so churlish as to leave open the suspicion that he was not naturally a man of pleasant ways. "Garn away f'm here," he snarled.

"Gawd lumme!" says the big fellow who had threatened my beloved stripes. "Wot a life. Squattin' 'ere in the bloody mud like a blinkin' frog. Fightin' fer wot? Wot, I arsks yer? Gawd lumme! I'd give me bloomin' napper to stroll down the Strand agyne wif me swagger stick an' drop in a private bar an' 'ave me go of 'Aig an' 'Aig." "Garn," cuts in another Tommy.

Gawds teruth, Chawley. We are nae fou. We're nae tha fou. Au reservoir, mossoo. Tanks you. 'Tis, sure. What say? In the speakeasy. Tight. I shee you, shir. Bantam, two days teetee. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Garn! Have a glint, do. Gum, I'm jiggered. And been to barber he have. Too full for words. With a railway bloke. How come you so? Opera he'd like? Rose of Castile. Rows of cast. Police!

'Why, you know that Caractacus commanded the Silures, or people of South Wales, against the Romans, and that they held out bravely, I have no shadow of doubt that Garn Goch was one of their strongholds. 'But what can Garn Goch have to do with Netta and Howel? Brother, I always shall say you are by the head with your antiquities. 'Well, I think you had better let them marry, I really do.

"I shall walk past the Convent to-morrer in kit and 'cetras, on the charnce of 'Er seein' me. Two sharp. And, look 'ere, Miss, you've done me a good turn. And no larks! if ever I can do you another trust me. Stryte I mean it! You ask chaps 'oo know me if Billy Keyse ever went back on a pal?" She swayed her hips, and disclaimed all obligation. But, garn! he was gittin' at 'er, she knew!

They leaned against the veranda posts, or squatted below the windows of the shop, which had been to let for months. Here they met nightly, as men meet at their club a terror to the neighbourhood. Their chief diversion was to guy the pedestrians, leaping from insult to swift retaliation if one resented their foul comments. "Garn!" one was saying, "I tell yer some 'orses know more'n a man.

'Garn awy, answered somebody, 'we're not hanimals; we don't drink water. 'You're too clever, remarked the coachman; 'I can see you've just come from the board school. As the former speaker was a lady of quite mature appearance, the remark was not without its little irony.

I dunno as I know just wot you means." "You agreed to advance me four pounds on those things of mine...." "Ow-w!" Illumination overspread the hollow-jowled countenance. Stryker smiled cheerfully. "Garn with you!" he chuckled. "You will 'ave yer little joke, won't you now? I declare I never see a loony with such affecsh'nit, pl'yful wyes!" Kirkwood's eyes narrowed.

"Garn, Frawgs!" he sneered, to the resentful Frenchman. "Yer 'yn't fit ter sye ther time o' dye ter 'er; yer knows yer 'yn't." "Wat? To ze daughtaire of a flute!" the Second-Violin replied. "W'y " "Garn!" said the drummer. "Sye, yer myke me sick! You, with yer black-'aired fyce an' paytent boots!

"You infernal villain!" cried the Admiral, raising his stick. "You brute and blackguard!" "Garn!" growled the rough, with the deep rasping intonation of a savage. "Garn out o' this or I'll " He took a step forward with uplifted hand, but in an instant down came cut number three upon his wrist, and cut number five across his thigh, and cut number one full in the center of his rabbit-skin cap.

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