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The American explained tersely that he had a message to deliver a friend, who had shipped aboard a vessel known as the Alethea, scheduled to sail at floodtide; further than which deponent averred naught. The waterman scratched his head. "A 'ard job, sir; not knowin' wot kind of a boat she are mykes it 'arder." He waited hopefully.
"I've read about it!..." "Well, that's livin' in sin, that is. Pers'nally, I down't see wot diff'rence it mykes. They be'ave about the syme, married or not. 'E's a bit more lovin', per'aps, than a 'usband, but otherwise it's about the syme!" The bluntness of Lizzie's speech disconcerted him, and yet the simplicity of it reassured him.
Why, the pore little home is sold up, and the children's scattered among relations, or sent out so young to work it makes yer 'art ache. But if a man dies you see it on every side, in 'Ackney the widow takes in sewin', or goes out charin', or does other people's washin' as well as 'er own, or she mykes boxes something er ruther, any'ow, that makes it possible fur 'er to keep 'er 'ome together.
''Inderin' policemen! 'Mykin' rows in the street; and a voice called out so near Jean that the girl jumped, 'It's the w'y yer goes on as mykes 'em keep ye from gettin' votes. They see ye ain't fit to 'ave And then all the varied charges were swallowed in a general uproar. 'Where's Geoffrey? Oh, isn't she too funny for words? The agitated chairman had come forward.
I do like to see 'em go off in their broom of a evenin'. Mykes the 'ouse look a bit classy, I think, but Aunt says they're living in sin an' she down't feel 'appy about it. But wot I sy is, wot's it matter so long as they pys their rent reg'lar an' down't go an' myke no fuss. They couldn't be less trouble.
He could feel the strenuous efforts of his chauffeur as the latter gnawed at the knot. "Not at all, Mr. Carter. It's rawhide. The saliver from my mouth only mykes it swell. Of course that tightens the knot. It mykes it slimy, too, so's I carn't keep 'old of it." He scrambled to his feet with a hasty apology for his failure. "Fortunately our feet are not hobbled and we're not blindfolded.
"It's a fine evenin' wot mykes yer 'omesick fer a sight uf yer own fireside. 'Ave another drink later, mebbe. Come on." Dollops linked arms with him, and, smoking and talking, the two men went off up the dark lane which led from the quayside, and of a night-time was as black as a pocket. Cleek's torch showed them the pathway, and as they walked they talked in rapid whispers.
"Oh, Gawd, Gawd, wot 'ave I done?" he wailed; sitting down in the coal-box and nursing his new hurt by rocking back and forth. "W'y 'as all this come on me? It mykes me fair sick, it does, an' I try so 'ard to go through life 'armless an' 'urtin' nobody." The tears were running down his puffed and discoloured cheeks, and his face was drawn with pain. A savage expression flitted across it.
M'riar asked. "Yes; certainly." "Ho, did 'e!" M'riar exclaimed again. "Wot mykes yer think 'e did?" "He told me so." M'riar sat back, astounded. She knew he had not done so, for she, herself, had asked the landlord there and been assured that no hint had been given. She did not know just what to do, but soon reached a decision. "Hi'll tell yer, frow-line.
"That's my affair," said Kirkwood briskly. "Are you engaged?" "If you mykes yerself my fare," returned the cabby shrewdly, "I ham." "Ten shillings, then, if you get us out of here in one minute and to say Hyde Park Corner in fifteen." "Us?" demanded the fellow aggressively. Kirkwood motioned toward the passageway. "There's a lady with me there. Quick now!" Still the man did not move.
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