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"Broke her ankle, I think," said the boatswain glibly. "Which way are you going?" "Well, I'm going to Barborough," said the groom; "but my guvnor's rather pertickler." "I'll make it all right with you," said the boatswain.
Landlidey said as 'ow a strange gent came, buried 'im an' took 'is hinsurance pipers awye with 'im. Sed 'e was the guvnor's brother." "Did you ever see this uncle?" he asked suavely. "No, sir. Never knew I 'ad one. Guvnor sed 'e was the only child." "Did you claim the insurance?" Carrick paused long before replying. When he spoke again his tone was decidedly hostile.
Besides, we don't take many sovereigns here we ain't like people in the High Street." "Mr. Butterfield, it's jist this: we've 'ad overwork at the guvnor's, and I'm a-goin' to put a sovereign by safe come next Whitsuntide, when I'm a-goin' to enjoy myself. I don't get much enjoyment, Mr. Butterfield, but I mean to 'ave it then." "All right, Mr. Jim. I've only two sovereigns, and there they are.
He took up the revolver, gave it a fond and almost paternal look, and replaced it on the desk. "What on earth are you doing with that thing?" asked Sam. Mr. Peters lowered his voice. "I'm going to America myself in a few days' time, Mr. Samuel. It's my annual holiday, and the guvnor's sending me over with papers in connection with The People v. Schultz and Bowen. It's a big case over there.
I dare say you would find that there are thousands of them exactly like it." The woman stared at him suspiciously. "Why, your guvnor's just told me that the reserve upon it's two guineas!" she exclaimed. "Mr. Waddington must have made a mistake," Burton replied, with a sinking heart. "Look here," the woman insisted, "what is it worth, anyway?"
Fumbling nervously at his shirt with one hand, with the other the wide-eyed Cockney was pointing at the star. "The guvnor's shiner," he exclaimed excitedly as he drew forth from the folds of his blouse a battered duplicate of the medal she wore. Barring its condition attributable to time and rough usage it was similar in every respect.
'E'd kill 'is own mother, if 'e felt like it. 'E'll swing some day, sure as I stand 'ere, but 'e'll do a bit more mischief first. 'Op it with me, guvnor, or get inside there." "Jim's right," the man behind the bar agreed. "He's a very nasty customer, Bill the Tanner, sir. If he's coming down, I'd clear out for a moment. You can go in the guvnor's sitting-room, if you like."
"And then, as soon as things are a bit different to what you like, back you goes to the old style, and begins giving your orders. Now just fancy me going to the guvnor's quarters and saying to him, `Hi! you, sir, you're not to bring Miss Deane to the horspittle to-day. "`Who says so? says he. "`Dick Smithson, Esquire.
Furze and then he run out of the shop. Joe, he took up his receipt, and he says, says he, 'He might a given me the odd penny, and says I, 'He ain't Mr. Furze, he can't give away none of the guvnor's money. If it wor the guvnor himself he'd a done it, and with that we went out of the shop together." "That will do, Jim; you can go." "Mr. Catchpole, this assumes a very I may say painful aspect."
The mists made the night very cold, and I was glad to wrap myself up in one of the guvnor's rugs and smoke a packet of cigarettes while I waited. From time to time I could hear the music of fiddles, and they came with an odd echo, just as though some merry tune of long ago chided me for being there all alone.
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