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"For Gawd's sake, Jimmie!" he moaned. "Yes, I've got it. Sarve me dam well right, too! No business to go ag'in me own pore old ship. Look 'ere, Verity, I'm done for! If you get away from this rotten muss, see to my missus an' the girls. If you don't d n you " "Fire!" shouted a strong English voice from without. A withering volley crashed through the open windows.
The black man rolled his eyes in piteous appeal to his master: "For Gawd's sake, Marse John, save me dese here men won't lemme go. I been er throwin' corpses inter dem trenches since dark. I'se most dead frum work, let 'lone bein' scared ter death." "Sorry, Julius," was the quick answer, "we've all got to work at a time like this. There's no help for it." Julius bent again to his horrible task.
It was not, perhaps, the hour that she had meant it should be, thought and prayed, perhaps, that it might be! It was not the hour of victory. But it was the hour that meant to him the realisation of the years of longing, the hour when he should see her, see her for the first time face to face, when there should be no more barriers between them, when "Fer Gawd's sake, mister, buy a pencil!"
Den he 'll up en die. Widout one Gawd's soul o' 'is own folkses to put de coppers on 'is eyes en' tie up de corpse's jaws. Ah Lawd, ah Lawd!" "Oh, shut up, you old idiot! I'm not coming home to my meals any more, if this is how you're going to behave!" This from Peter, disgustedly. "Ain't you, suh? All right, suh, Mistuh Champneys, you 's be boss.
Then the word was given in a low, vibrant voice, and they went to work. "Easy job this, matey," whispered Dollops as he and Cleek advanced upon the stack of tubings and each started to lift one down. "I ... Gawd's truf! ain't it 'eavy! Lorlumme! Now, what in blazes ?" Cleek put up a warning finger, and shouldered the thing.
'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen; 'E's chawin' up the ground, An' 'e's kickin' all around: "For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!" 'E carried me away To where a dooli lay, An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean. 'E put me safe inside, An' just before 'e died: "I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Din.
"'Ave yer b'ynet fixed?" he asked, by way of answer. "Bayonet fixed?" "Yes," said he, "'urry up! We're late." "Late?" I repeated. "For Gawd's syke," he exclaimed, "don't yer know as 'ow we are goin' hout? Goin' over to the German trenches goin' hout!" Scene from the Photo-Play I gulped. "Going to make a charge?" "No ... goin' HOUT ... listenin'-post."
Get him, Buddie. Oh, for Gawd's sake, Buddie, go get him!" Trevors was upon him again, but Lee slipped aside, even rolled over, managed to get to his feet. Again Trevors bore down upon him, a new leaping fire in his eyes. Again, though barely in time, Bud Lee slipped away from him. He drew Trevors's harsh laugh after him and Trevors's questing, eager fists.
Old man Denny, hall room, fourth floor back, who sat on the lowest step, trying to read a paper by the street lamp, turned over a page to follow up the article about the carpenters' strike. Mrs. Murphy shrieked to the moon: "Oh, ar-r-Mike, f'r Gawd's sake, where is me little bit av a boy?" "When'd ye see him last?" asked old man Denny, with one eye on the report of the Building Trades League.
I dinnaw. This here boy's father wur-rked fr'm morn till night in th' mills, was at early mass Sundah mornin' befure th' alkalis lit th' candles, an' niver knowed a month whin he failed his jooty. An' his mother was a sweet-faced little woman, though fr'm th' County Kerry, that nursed th' sick an' waked th' dead, an' niver had a hard thought in her simple mind f'r anny iv Gawd's creatures.
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