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"We're a bloody lot o' fools ter stand it that's the worst o' this mob though, yer'll never get 'em ter stick together an' do anythink." "I bet the C.O.'s enjoyin' 'isself...." A stream of filthy language followed abuse of the Commanding Officer, abuse of the army, abuse of the war, and abuse of the Government. The man could find no other way of expressing himself with adequate force and crudity.
During breakfast, Philpot, addressing Crass and referring to Hunter, inquired anxiously: ''Ow's 'is temper this mornin', Bob? 'As mild as milk, replied Crass. 'You'd think butter wouldn't melt in 'is mouth. 'Seemed quite pleased with 'isself, didn't 'e? said Harlow. 'Yes, remarked Newman. ''E said good morning to me! 'So 'e did to me! said Easton.
I inquired, as the Pedler paused to spit lugubriously into the road again. "Nobody knowed but me. A man might do for 'isself very nice, and quiet, tucked away inside of it, Dick, says 'e; 'it's such a nice, quiet place, so snug and dark, I wonder as nobody does.
'Not a bloody word! replied the little man, ''E picked 'isself up, and called a keb wot was passin' an' got inter it an' went 'ome; an' I never seen no more of 'im until about 'arf-past eleven the next day, w'en I was second-coatin' the room, an' 'e comes up with a noo suit o' clothes on, an' arsts me if I'd like to come hover to the pub an' 'ave a drink?
"Got a chill on yer stummick on sentry-go in the fog an' rine las' night.... I'd give a 'ogs'ead to see the bloke who wrote in the bloomin' Reggilashuns 'nor must bloomin' sentries stand in their blasted sentry-boxes in good or even in moderate-weather' a doin' of it 'isself in 'is bloomin' 'moderate weather' with water a runnin' down 'is back, an' 'is feet froze into a puddle, an' the fog a chokin' of 'im, an' 'is blighted carbine feelin' like a yard o' bad ice an' then find the bloomin' winder above 'is bed been opened by some kind bloke an' 'is bed a blasted swamp... Yus you 'ave four o' rum 'ot and you'll feel like the bloomin' 'Ouse o' Lords.
"I was only wondering where this 'ere gentleman 'ad gone to, sir. He slipped past me upstairs, sir." I felt mighty uncomfortable. "That's all right, Symons. I know the gentleman," says Mr. Powell as serious as a judge. "Very well, sir. Of course, sir. I saw the gentleman running races all by 'isself down 'ere, so I . . ." "It's all right I tell you," Mr.
When Jarvis saw the Doctor working over the disabled natives he roared first with laughter, then with anger. His last desire was to put them out of the way at once. "For, sir," he argued, "them hain't no natural, ordinary 'eathen, indeed not, sir. They are the very h'old Nick 'isself, sir." But Dave suggested putting them in their own ivory prison, and this advice prevailed.
"Well, Miss, I dessay it won't much matter," said Mrs Marrot, endeavouring to soothe the baby, in whom the button or the blacking appeared to be creating dire havoc; "but of course my 'usband can't attend to 'er 'isself, not bein' allowed to attend to nothink but 'is ingine. But he'll put 'er in charge of the guard, who is a very 'andsome man, and uncommon polite to ladies.
But yer might as well be pullin' the old feller 'isself out of his grave, as goin' round killin' 'im every night fresh, as you be doin'. Let 'im be. Skelintons is skelintons." Dempsey, feeling rather indignantly that his pains had been wasted, and his audience was not worthy of him, rose to take his departure. Halsey's face cleared. He turned to look at his wife, and she winked in return.
'Becos some good-'earted bloke in Blighty that doesn't 'ave no pal particular out 'ere asks the paper to send 'is packet o' 'baccy to the O.C. to pass on to some pore 'ard-up orphin Tommy that ain't got no 'baccy nor no fren's to send 'im like, an' 'e issues it to you. 'It ain't a issue, persisted the Wheel Driver. 'It's a Gif. The Quarter sed so 'isself.
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