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But the Dutch commander, on meeting him at the quarter-deck, and learning his errand, at once put all his kindly intentions completely one side, saying in imperfect English: "It'sh no matter, it'sh no matter dere's blaanty more Tutchmen in Holland!"
Had first go-in. No one to help to thingsh. No girlsh to bother. It was prime! When they've all gone up again you and me'll go in and have shome more, eh?" "You're a model host," said his uncle. "It's a good shupper," Dick went on. "I ought to know. I've had some of everything. It'sh almost too good for kids. But it'sh a good thing I went in first.
But Dick turned his white face to the rival claimants and said, getting the words out with difficulty: "Papa, I'm shorry. It is a shame. If I had the Shtone, I really would give it you, upon my word-an'-honour I would. But but, now I can't ever give it up to you. It'sh gone. Losht!" "Lost!" cried Marmaduke. "When, where? When do you last recollect seeing it? you must know!"
Most of my readers will not probably know how a man looks when he comes home drunk at six in the morning; but they who have seen the thing will acknowledge that a sorrier sight cannot meet a mother's eye than that of a son in such a condition. 'Oh, Felix! she exclaimed. 'It'sh all up, he said, stumbling in. 'What has happened, Felix? 'Discovered, and be d to it!
It'sh drunk; it'sh a dishgraceful sight for children! But they wouldn't take it away; sho I had to take it away. But you can't take away a whole tipshy-cake!" "I am quite sure you did your best," murmured Paradine. "Been having such gamesh upstairs!" said Dick, with another giggle. "That lil' Dolly Merridew's jolly girl. Not sho nice as Dulcie, though.
"It'sh a great morning," Bleary-eyes breathed at him, "huh, Doc?" Phillip blanched. To top it, the man had had a breakfast of salami. In the seat ahead, a fat man held a dead cigar clamped in his mouth like a rank growth. Phillip's stomach began rolling; he sank his face into his hand, trying unobtrusively to clamp his nostrils.
Young Jack chose his opportunity well, and drawing his arm out of Mr. Mole's he pushed Nero's in its place. Mr. Mole, all unconscious of the change in his companion, strutted along, chattering away, secretly pleased at having such an excellent listener by his side. "It'sh really pleasure to talk to you, my dear boy," he said.
"He was a docile creature. Why did you not defend yourself with the butt of your rifle?" "Why didn't he bite me with his tail?" asked Private Jones, with spirit. Dr. Harvey Wiley tells the following story: Sleepily, after a night off, a certain interne hastened to his hospital ward. The first patient was a stout old Irishman. "How goes it?" he inquired. "Faith, it'sh me breathin', doctor.
"She's a shplendid girl; she's a good girl; finest gal I know; and she an' me undershtand one another; twin shouls. We've kep' our secret from you, mother, but the time has come the time has come to reveal the truth. I love Ida. It'sh no good your frowning at me like that; I shay I love Ida."
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