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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Yer must t'ink I lef' my h'yes in Lunnon." And the shrewd young street arab arose to his feet, touched his cap with his forefinger, and said: "H'all right, sir; I 'opes I'll suit."
I'm sure I've kent it a' ma days." "It gives me the creeps to think of it. Imagine standin' h'up before h'all the earth and 'aving all your little bits o' sins fetched out against you! But" hopefully "I don't see myself 'ow there'll be time." "Ay, there'll be time! There'll be a' Eternity afore us, and as far as I can see there'll be naething else to do." "Ow," Mawson wailed.
It was all the talk in the servants' 'all at Champertoun 'oo would be Lady Bidborough. There were several likely young ladies there, but 'e didn't seem partial to any of them." "Whaur's he awa to the noo?" "Back to London for a bit, I 'eard, and later on we're joining 'im at Bidborough. Beller, I was thinking to myself when they were h'all talking, what if Lady B. should be a Priorsford lady?
"Were you here when the lady lived here?" she demanded of him directly. He frowned at this suddenly. "I'll not know what you mean, Mademoiselle." "I mean the other lady, the wife of Mr. Dunwody." "My faith! Monsieur Dunwody he'll live h'alone here, h'all tam." She affected not to understand him. "How long since she was here, Eleazar?" she demanded. "What for you'll talk like those to me?
That was a great disgrace, you know, Miss," he said to Betty, "for h'all the State prisoners entered by there, and few of them h'ever again left the Tower." Before them some steps led down to a little paved court, and beyond, under a building, they saw the terrible Traitor's Gate, a low, gloomy arch, with great wooden doors.
H'I'll got it h'all those letter here. H'I'll change the coat on the lighthouse, maybe, h'an H'I'll got the coat of Guillaume witt' h'all those letter in her, yass?" And he now handed me the entire packet of letters, which I had supposed left far behind us on the previous day! I took the letters from him, and handed all of them but one to Edouard's old body servant to put in the office mail.
"I stay h'all night too but it ain't no good, because if he lif to-morrow night den you go sleep an' I stay 'ere. Before I go to bed I prays moch. I I 'opes he lif through de night heem no more bad as heem was, anyvays, an' dat someting."
"His Majesty say, you eat him Ju-Ju yours greatest Ju-Ju, he want to sign treaty." But Peters, waving the empty can over his head, shouted: "I've eaten jam, I've eaten jam! It's pineapple and I don't care!" A Suburban Story By CHARLTON LAWRENCE EDHOLM "H'everybody works but Fadher, H'and 'e sets 'round h'all diy "
"Some of the finest people in Panama is blacker than that. There is but few who are h'all w'ite." "Well, SHE'S all white, and I want you to find her to-day TO-DAY, understand? You gallop out to the Savannas and make some inquiries." He shook his fist in Allan's face. "If you don't learn something this trip, I'll have your lignum-vitae cranium in a bowling-alley by dark. Lord!
He plays the fiddle to the delight of all the balls and weddings through the country-side; and he speaks English to the admiration and envy of the other guides. But like all men of genius he is modest about his accomplishments. "H'I not spik good h'English h'only for camp fishin', cookin', dhe voyage h'all dhose t'ings." The aspirates puzzle him.
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