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From the other room the slavey came with reddened eyes. "'Ere, sir; 'ere Miss." She was snuffling. "Why, M'riar," said Kreutzer, in dismay! "What is it? Why weep you?" "Ho, it allus mykes me snivel w'en I sees you two together, that w'y. Hi cawn't stand it. 'Ow you love! It mykes me 'ungry. Yuss, fair 'ungry. Nobody ain't hever loved me none it mykes me 'ungry."
Then, when I see wot a bally hinnocent 'e was, I mykes up my mind 'e's just some one you've been ply in' one of your little gymes on, and 'oo was lookin' to square 'is account. So I did 'im proper." "Evidently," assented Calendar dryly. "You're a bit of a heavy-handed brute, Stryker.
Stryker swigged off his rum and wiped his lips with the back of a red paw, hesitating a moment to watch his guest. "Mykes it seem more 'ome-like for you, I expect," he observed. "What do you mean?" "W'y, Bradshaw's first-cousin to a halmanack, ain't 'e? Can't get one, take t'other next best thing.
Mykes me feel like Sundays, though," said the tall lady with a shudder. "Irish, my dear?" "Something of that sort," said Glory. "Brought up a laidy, I'll be bound?" "My father was a clergyman," said Glory, "but "
Fer me, Hi says that them as is too fine for Soho houghtn't to be livin' 'ere. That's w'at Hi says halthough 'e pyes as reg'lar as clockworks." "Clockworks fawther with a waxworks darter!" cried the slavey, who had a taste for humor of a kind. "Th' one 'ud stop if t'other melted. That's sure." "'E hidolizes 'er that much hit mykes me think o' Roman Catholics an' such," the landlady replied.
'Now, see here, men; fair play, you know. 'I think I ought Vida began. 'No wonder she can't find a word to say for 'em. They're a disgryce, miss them women behind you. It's the w'y they goes on as mykes the Govermint keep ye from gettin' yer rights. The chairman had lost his temper. 'It's the way you go on, he screamed; but the din was now so great, not even he could be heard.
Love mykes 'em that w'y." "Quite crrazy," Anna answered; but she was blushing furiously. "Blushin' red as beefstykes," M'riar commented as she took the brush and started to do Anna's painfully accomplished task all over, from the big crack by the door where she had started. "'Ow's 'e hever goin' to know w'ere we 'ave moved to?" she asked her mistress, now. "Father left a word." "Ho, did 'e?"
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