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"Don't I tell yer, yer couldn't get it if yer did know!" "Then will you get it for me?" "Give's another shillin', and I will." "Oh!" groaned Sam. "I've given you too much now." "All right. I don't want the ladder. I arn't going to fetch that and carry it ever so far for nothin'." "But is it long enough?" "Yes; just reaches up to them railings outside the top door. Yer can't get in without."
Steve boy, you're going it some. More bluggy drunkables? Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation? Give's a breather. Landlord, landlord, have you good wine, staboo? Hoots, mon, a wee drap to pree. Cut and come again. Right. Boniface! Absinthe the lot.
Just then a gruff, familiar voice came out of the steam behind me. "Mr Brymer's orders, sir, as you're to hand me the nozzle, and go aft and get a refresher. Says you must be choked enough." "Did he order me to go, Bob?" I said. "That's it, sir. Give's hold." I handed the nozzle. "Talk about a fog," he cried; "this is a wunner. I say, Mr Dale." "Yes."
I say, Mr Mark, did you eat any o' that cold treacle pooden?" "No? Bill, I did not." "Good job, too, sir. It was cooked in one o' they hot springs, and I'm blest if it didn't taste like brimstone and treacle. Lor', how thirsty I am! Wish I could find one o' them wooden-box fruit." "What? cocoa-nuts?" "No, sir: durings. They are good after all. Give's your hand, my lad."
"Give's another shake of your hand, MacLure; I'm proud to have met you; you are an honor to our profession. Mind the antiseptic dressings." It was market day, but only Jamie Soutar and Hillocks had ventured down. "Did ye hear yon, Hillocks? hoo dae ye feel? A'll no deny a'm lifted." Halfway to the Junction Hillocks had recovered, and began to grasp the situation. "Tell's what he said.
"If you don't get up directly, you dog, I'll have the marines sent after you," cried Hilary. The man sat up and stared. "I say," he said, "you ar'n't king's officer, are you?" "Yes, sir, I am." "What ship?" "The Kestrel." "Oh, that's it, is it?" he grumbled. "Beg your honour's pardon. I'll get up. Give's your hand."
Dexter did catch one the next moment, thrusting his oar in so deeply that he could hardly withdraw it, and bringing forth quite a little storm of bullying from his companion. "Here, I shall never make nothing o' you," cried Bob. "Give's that there oar." "No, no, let me go on pulling," said Dexter good-humouredly, for his fit of anger had passed off.
"Give's another shake of your hand, MacLure; I'm proud to have met you; you are an honor to our profession. Mind the antiseptic dressings." It was market day, but only Jamie Soutar and Hillocks had ventured down. "Did ye hear yon, Hillocks? hoo dae ye feel? A'll no deny a'm lifted." Halfway to the Junction Hillocks had recovered, and began to grasp the situation. "Tell's what he said.
"Oh, I'm here!" said Tom. "Give's your hand. But, I say, Mas'r Harry, what's it mean? Do all the houses get dancing like this here every night, because, if so, I'll sleep in the fields. There it goes again! Soap and soda! what a row!"
Give it here." "I want to be friends with you, and try to do something for you." "Yes, I knows you do. You've got to bring me a shillin' every week, or else I'll give it yer, so as you'd wish yer'd never been born. I'll larn yer. Give me that sixpence." "Leave go first." "Give's that sixpence, d'yer hear?" cried Pete, clapping his other hand on Tom, and shaking him.
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