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A jerk of a derisive thumb singled out the other cabman. "'E aren't pl'yin' you fair, sir; I knows 'im, 'e's a hartful g'y deceiver, 'e is. Look at 'is 'orse, w'ich it aren't; it's a snyle, that's w'at it is. Tyke a father's hadvice, sir, and next time yer fairest darter runs awye with the dook in disguise, chyse 'em in a real kebsir, not a cheap imitashin.... Kebsir?... Garn, you 'ard-'arted "
She waved her white hand, and was gone, swiftly as a bird or a deer. "They've signalled!" W. Keyse announced after a breathless interval, during which the slender flying figure grew smaller upon the straining sight. It vanished, and a thin, nearing screech announced the up-Express. His wife jumped up and clutched him. "William! Suppose she's lost it!" "Garn! No fear!" scoffed W. Keyse.
He took it, and said: 'I wish yer wasn't goin' ter leave me, Liza. 'Garn! I must! She tried to get her hand away from his, but he held it firm, resting it on the top of the pillar. 'Leave go my 'and, she said. He made no movement, but looked into her eyes steadily, so that it made her uneasy. She repented having come out with him.
Garn!" she cried and poised, tense, vicious, ready to pit her puny strength against his might if he should rise, vanquish Vanderlyn and try, again, to trouble Anna and her father.
Schomberg bit his tongue just too late, and woke up completely as he saw Ricardo retract his lips in a cat-like grin; but the companion of "plain Mr. Jones" didn't alter his comfortable, gossiping attitude. "Garn! What if he did want to see his money back, like any tame shopkeeper, hash-seller, gin-slinger, or ink-spewer does? Fancy a mud turtle like you trying to pass an opinion on a gentleman!
'Oh, how horrible, take it away! squealed Halliday, turning green and averting his face. 'D'you feel ill? asked the sardonic young man, in some concern. 'Do you feel ill, Julius? Garn, it's nothing, man, don't give her the pleasure of letting her think she's performed a feat don't give her the satisfaction, man it's just what she wants. 'Oh! squealed Halliday.
"Garn!" said the old man. "I smokes terbakker," and he filled his pipe with shag. Mr. Finn rose from the table. "Will you excuse me, Mr. Savelli, if I leave you? I get up early to attend to my business. I must be at Billingsgate at half-past five to buy my fish. Besides, I have been preventing your talk with our friends. So pray don't go. Good-night, Mr. Savelli."
Stinky, who was very touchy on the score of the vile smell of his trade, boiled over. "Never mind my trade," he shouted, "I'm as good a man as yous." "Garn, that's only a rumour! I wouldn't let it git about," sneered Chook. The smouldering hate of months burst suddenly into flame, and the two men rushed at each other. The others tried to separate them. "Don't be a fool."
'Me? answered Liza, putting her hand up as if in ignorance. 'Nothin' thet I knows of. Two or three young men were standing by, and hearing the girl, looked up. 'Why, yer've got a black eye, Liza! 'Me? I ain't got no black eye! 'Yus you 'ave; 'ow d'yer get it? 'I dunno, said Liza. 'I didn't know I 'ad one. 'Garn! tell us another! was the answer.
'Garn! she said; 'thet was only a trial. 'You never said trial, answered the captain indignantly. 'Yus, I did, said Liza; 'I said it just as the ball was comin' under my breath. 'Well, I am busted! repeated the captain. Just then Liza saw Tom among the lookers-on, and as she felt very kindly disposed to the world in general that morning, she called out to him: ''Ulloa, Tom! she said.
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