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An' what're sailor men doin' in Lunnon, any'ow?" "Wot most folks is doin' nowadays lookin for a job!" replied Cleek, as he gulped down the second tankard and pushed it forward again to be replenished. "Come from Southampton, we 'ave. Got a parss up to Lunnon, 'cause a pal told us there'd be work at the factories. But there weren't no work. Gawd's truf!
"If you do now to-day for one minute, I'll never take you back. I'll have Hettie or Dilsie." "Missie," tears shone "d' ain't nothin' in Gawd's worl' kin eveh make me a runaway niggeh f'om you! But ef you tell me now fo' to go fetch ev'y dahky we owns up to you " "Yes! on the upper front veranda! Go, do it!" "Yass, 'm!
Cullum, reaching out his long arms, had cleared half the board of its stone and glass ware. Finally he laid a savage hand upon a small, old-fashioned blue pitcher left standing alone in a wide waste of table-cloth. At this Sissy surrendered unconditionally. "Oh, Tobe, fer Gawd's sake!" she cried, throwing out her hands and quivering from head to foot. "I give in! I give in!
Saxham 'as come in before they'd bin pull down, an' then O William! there was everythink in that room on Gawd's good earth a 'usband could ask for to make 'im 'appy, except the wife's 'art beatin' warm and lovin' in the middle of it all!" "Cripps!... You don't never mean ...?" He gasped. "Wot? Don't the Doctor make no odds to 'er? A Man Like That?" ...
For Gawd's sake, 'Ighness, don't let 'im carry your sweet face to the grave with 'im unless your love goes with hit. You two was made for each other." As a blade loses its sharpness from continuous wear, so dulled the eyes of Carrick in his combat with Death. In the bitterness of his strife he struggled to his elbow. Who can tell of the range of one's soul or the might thereof?
Up to now there hasn't been a force in all Gawd's world that could 've come 'tween me an' the things you're teachin'. I didn't care about Potter. He was in the way. I've got no sorrows about anythin' since that day I drew sights on yoh Pappy's head, an' now.
She panted and fought and choked, striving for speech. "Keep your hair on!" advised W. Keyse in a hoarse whisper. She turned on him like a tigress, her eyes flaming under her straightened fringe. "Keep yours! I've come to speak, and speak I mean to for the sake of the best man Gawd's made for a 'undred years. Bar one, you says, but bar none, says I, an' charnce it!
'Cause ef you does," said Emma, waving an arm like a black mule's hind leg for strength, "ef you does, 'stead o' layin' de blame whah it natchelly b'longs on yo' own ig'nance, Peter you'll go thoo dis worl' wid every Gawd's tom-cat you comes by havin' kittens on you!" "I feel like a father to those kittens," said Peter, gravely.
"Well, for Gawd's sake tell me who to give it back to!" bawled Racey, and immediately batted his eyes and gingerly patted the back of his head. "Head ache?" queried Kansas. "I expect it might after last night. You go give that hoss back like a good boy." So saying Kansas Casey turned his back and retreated rapidly in the direction of the Starlight Saloon.
"The law's merciful as, it can afford to be, and I've got a heart like an ox. Got any jack on yuh?" "I'm just about cleaned, and that's the Gawd's truth. Have a heart, can't yuh? A man's got t' live." "Slip me five hundred, anyway. How much is your load?" "Sixty gallons bottled, most of it. Two kegs in bulk." Young Kenner was proceeding stoically with the unloading.
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