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It was only as he actually started to cut another nick in the long row which adorned the stock of his rifle that he paused: paused and looked up. "Lumme! I'd better wait a bit; it wouldn't never do for the boy to know it was me what hit that Hun. I'll just go on a little, I'll . . . Good-bye, boy; I'm sorry dam sorry."
The other coxswain who was at the periscope at the moment, looked up. 'Then the wires must ha' been down, Joe. She's a coming right now. 'Let's have a look, exclaimed Williams, springing across. 'Ay, you're right, Bill. There she is. A big un, too! 'And, lumme, he added with a growl, 'a blighted torpedo boat a escorting of her!
Silas Finn again cast her off and railed and raved at her. "I will not go away," he cried in wild passion. "I will not allow my own son to raise an impious hand against the Almighty." "Lor' lumme!" gasped Barney Bill, dropping his hat. "He's done it." There was a silence. Silas Finn stood shaking in the middle of the room, the sweat streaming down his forehead.
"Lumme, guv'ner," whispered he, as they turned at last into the utter darkness and desertion of the narrow Rue Toison d'Or, "if this is wot yer calls Gay Paree, this precious black slit between two rows of houses, I'll take a slice of the Old Kent Road with thanks. Not even so much as a winkle-stall in sight, and me that empty my shirt-bosom's a-chafing my blessed shoulder-blades!"
"Why here. Don't you know 'im?" "It's me, Susan," said Mr. Gibbs, in a low voice. "Oh, I might 'ave known it was a joke," cried Mrs. Gibbs, in a faint voice, as she tottered to a chair. "Oh,'ow cruel of you to tell me my pore Joe was alive! Oh, 'ow could you?" "Lor' lumme," said the incensed Mr. Kidd, pushing Mr. Gibbs forward. "Here he is. Same as you saw 'im last, except for 'is whiskers.
The young woman stared at Saxham with her mouth agape and the tears trickling down her hollow cheeks. The young man swallowed something with a violent effort, and blurted out: "Lumme, Doctor! it's more by 'arf like bein' shot up out of the Other Shop an' landin' in the middle of New Jerusalem!
Then he bathed 'is face very careful and 'elped Peter bathe his 'ead. They 'ad just finished when they heard Sam coming upstairs, and Ginger sat down on 'is bed and began to whistle, while Peter took up a bit o' newspaper and stood by the candle reading it. "Lor' lumme, Ginger!" ses Sam, staring at 'im. "What ha' you been a-doing to your face?" "Me?" ses Ginger, careless-like.
Now as the Old Un went his way, there met him a little girl, very neat and tidy, who sang to herself in a small happy voice and tapped along on a crutch; but beholding the Old Un, his dazzling shoes, his rakish hat, she stood silent all at once, glancing up wistfully into that fierce, battered old face. "Lumme crutches!" he exclaimed.
The man pulled himself together, and stared through the gloom. "Lumme!" he whispered. "A tottie! a tottie for Lushy!... Lemme cuddle ye, darlin, do." "I'm a midshipman," said the boy briefly. "Shut up; and behave yourself." The man tried to stand up, and swept off his hat. "Ow de do, sir? Ow de do? By all means ow de do? Lemme introjuice you all round. I'm Mr.
"Gawd lumme!" says the big fellow who had threatened my beloved stripes. "Wot a life. Squattin' 'ere in the bloody mud like a blinkin' frog. Fightin' fer wot? Wot, I arsks yer? Gawd lumme! I'd give me bloomin' napper to stroll down the Strand agyne wif me swagger stick an' drop in a private bar an' 'ave me go of 'Aig an' 'Aig." "Garn," cuts in another Tommy.
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