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"Hadn't hadn't it anything to do with the praying?" "Garn!" Tilda chuckled. "But I'm glad it took you in too. The foolishness was my overdoin' it with 'Dolph. Dogs don't 'ave any religion, it seems; and it rattled 'em a bit, 'is be'avin' like a person that 'ad just found salvation.
"Garn!" said the drummer, threateningly, and it may be that the tinkle of the "ready" bell prevented something more than words between them, for the drummer, at the time, was holding the bass-drum-stick. He could have struck a mighty blow with it.
"The castle is call'd in Welsh Castel y Garn, a translation of Roche. "Splendid view of sea isolated rocks to the South. Her own husband goes to work by the shore. The ascent round the hill. Distant view of Roche Castle.
'Well, I'll tike yer. 'You? 'Yus; why not? 'I like thet; wot would yer missus sy? 'She wouldn't know. 'But the neighbours would! 'No they wouldn't, no one 'd see us. He was speaking in a low voice so that people could not hear. 'You could meet me ahtside the theatre, he went on. 'Na, I couldn't go with you; you're a married man. 'Garn! wot's the matter jest ter go ter the ply?
Jonah stayed to tea that night, contrary to his usual habit, for Mrs Yabsley was anxious to have the matter settled. "Wot's wrong wi' you an' me gittin' married, Ada?" he said. Ada nearly dropped her cup. "Garn, ye're only kiddin'!" she cried with an uneasy grin. "Fair dinkum!" said Jonah. "Right-oh," said Ada, as calmly as if she were accepting an invitation to a dance.
"He's seen something himself that he can't explain away, and and anyway I can't stand this state of things. If the Second Mate knew all " "Garn!" he cut in, interrupting me. "An' be told yer're a blastid hidiot. Not yer. Yer sty were yer are." I stood irresolute. What he had said, was perfectly correct, and I was positively stumped what to do for the best.
"Garn! What yer giv'nus?" "I'm telling the truth. What's there funny about it? What do I want to tell you a lie for?" "Why, we lived there once, Balmy. Old folks livin'?" "Mother is; father's dead." Bill scratched the back of his head, protruded his under lip, and reflected. "I say, Arvie, what did yer father die of?" "Heart disease. He dropped down dead at his work."
"Garn," said she, "wot's a cup er tea? I'd a seen to yer afore ef you'd a let me." She continued her ministrations; she brought coal in her own scuttle and after immense pains she lighted a fire in the wretched grate. Then she smoothed his bed-clothes till they were covered with her smutty trail. She would have gone for a doctor then and there, but difficulty arose.
'Wot 'ave yer been doin' ter yer fice? My! 'Nothin'. 'Garn! Yer can't 'ave got a fice like thet all by itself. 'I 'ad a bit of a scrimmage with a woman dahn the street, sobbed out Liza. 'She 'as give yer a doin'; an' yer all upset an' look at yer eye! I brought in a little bit of stike for ter-morrer's dinner; you just cut a bit off an' put it over yer optic, that'll soon put it right.
But this situation was too much for her. Seeing her adored ones in distress she could restrain herself no longer. She sprang out to the open deck and ranged herself, a veritable little fury, between her friends and the prostrate Italian. "Garn! Don't yer dare to tech 'er! Garn!
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