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"Why, confound the fellow," cried Gascoigne, "so you were a pickpocket, were you?" "I never will again," replied the fellow, in a faint voice: "Hi'll hamend and lead a good life a drop of water oh! lagged at last!"
"Rg'lar cat!" said M'riar, estimating her as quickly as she had appraised the youth. "She's 'is mother, but she's catty. Dogs 'ud 'ate 'er, Hi'll go bail." Her attention was absorbed, then, by the great problem of getting by the officer who examined steerage-tickets, without being seen by Kreutzer and his daughter. "W'ere's yer luggage?" asked the officer. "Luggage! Huh!" said M'riar.
We 'ave no accommodations for tourists! Better keep moving or Hi'll call the force!"
Tell him we don't care a jackstraw for his mutiny, and that if he lives through it we'll take him in irons to Panama and have him hanged as high as Haman. Get that, my man?" demanded Blythe. "Yes, sir. 'Anged as 'igh as 'Aman. Hi'll remember, sir." Sam turned to me and spoke in a low voice. "Before this fellow goes I want Mott to hear what he has said. Take Yeager up with you and relieve him.
Mumpson prudently backed toward the door before delivering her return fire. "Woman!" she cried, "are you out of your mind? Don't you know I'm housekeeper here, and that it's my duty to superintend you and your work?" "Vell, then, hi'll double ye hup hand put ye hon the shelf hof the dresser han' lock the glass door hon ye.
Wiggins, rendered more pacific by her breakfast. "Don't you want me to wash up the dishes and put 'em away? I know how." "Hi'll try ye. Hif ye breaks hanythink " and the old woman nodded volumes at the child. "I'll be back in a minute," said Jane. A moment later she met Holcroft carrying two pails of milk from the barnyard.
That's my name, and if you'll send my card in to Sir Thomas, with my compliments, and say that hi've three words to say to him very particular; why, hi'll be obliged to you." And then Mr. Mollett handed Mr. Somers his card. "Mollett!" said Mr. Somers very unceremoniously. "Mollett, Mollett. Do you know the name, Herbert?" Herbert said that he did not. "It's about business, I suppose?" asked Mr.
And then: "Better go back to Hamerika and 'elp Wilson write 'is blinkin' notes." Well, I was mad enough to poke that sergeant in the eye. But I didn't. I retired gracefully and with dignity. At the door another sergeant hailed me, whispering behind his hand, "Hi sye, mytie. Come around in the mornin'. Hi'll get ye in." And so it happened.
H'are you closely h'intimated with the mistress? I smiled. 'No, I cannot say that, I answered, 'but I hope to be soon. He shook his head doubtfully. 'She's no h'ordinary female. Hi'm no great lover of the weaker sex, but hi'll say this for Miss Helen, h'and I've known her from the time I took her h'out h'on her first pony, she's a deal more sensibility than many h'of h'us men!
He succeeded in disengaging himself from his assailants, and, squaring himself off, said, defiantly: "Dom yer cowardly heyes; jest come hat me one hat a time, hand hI'll wollop the 'ole gang uv ye's." One of our Sergeants styled himself proudly "a Chicago rough," and was as vain of his pugilistic abilities as a small boy is of a father who plays in the band.
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