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The young people would be home in two months, and then Philip was to come into the business. "We're growing old, David," said Dickey. "I've got plenty of money, an' you'll 'ave a tidy bit now, but there's one thing neether of us can buy, and that's youth." "I don't want to be young again," said David, "but I'd like to go back just a year or so no more. "Why?"
"Wish I could stock you from my place, an' I'd stuff you with 'em. I can grow 'em 'ere for next to nothing, but they cost a heap o' money in furrin ports, an' your crimson wave-catcher doesn't earn money she eats it." "Even that's one better'n her skipper, 'oo doesn't do neether," commented Coke gloomily. His employer seemed to find much humor in the remark.
"Nor I ain't a fool, neether." "Ain't you, though?" "No, I ain't. I've got all my faculties about me." "Ah! but where do you stow 'em away?" "And wot's more, I've got my proper amount o' limbs too!" Timbertoes. "Limbs? If it's legs you're meaning, I should say as you'd got more nor your fair share, you're all legs, you are!
The little old station-master grasped the situation at once, and presided over their last hand-clasp. "Good luck, Hugh!" cried Mr. Britling. "Good luck!" cried the little old station-master. "It's not easy a-parting," he said to Mr. Britling as the train slipped down the line. "There's been many a parting hea' since this here old war began. Many. And some as won't come back again neether."
If it's neether, we got to set round and take Piper's pot- luck, while he and his chaps lay safe out o range and, shoots us if we bolt." "Where's the good in boltin?" came the brooding voice. "Nowhere to bolt to. Jack Ketch's our only friend this side the water." There was a stony silence. "How long's this game goin to last? that's what I want to know," came the black and bitter voice at last.
"Ye'll may be no hae read the paurable o' the money changers i' the temple, no forgettin' a wheen warldly-minded chields that sell't doos, when they had mair need to be on their knees or hearkening a religious discourse -or a bit psaum or the like. Aweel, ye need na hong your heed yon gate neether.
I told him he was a mean cuss and he said he woodent be pardner with a feller whitch woodent let him drink and smoke out of the store. he said Pewt wasent so mean as all that. so we divided the stuff and Beany wanted half of what nails and iron i had taken before we were pardners. he dident get it you bet, and he dident get enny sweatened water neether. Mar. 21. brite and fair.
Mar. 10. plesent day. old Si Smiths big white dog and a bull dog had an awful fite today. neether licked and they had to squert water on them to seperate them. they dident make no noise, only jest hung write on to each others gozzles. my aunt Sarah said it was dredful, and she staid to the window to see how dredful it was. Mar. 11, 186- Went to church in the morning. the fernace was all write.
"Hard taps; they was silver taps," ejaculated Cook, "and drawed gallings and gallings and nothing to laugh at, Master Dammicles, neether.... So don't you drink no more, Miss Lucy." "I can't," admitted Lucille and indeed, to Dam, who regarded his "cousin" with considerable concern, it did seem that, even as Cook's poor young sister of unhappy memory, Lucille had "swole" though only locally.
The Gunner dropped his voice to a whisper, rolling up his eyes. "Say, Sonny, are you afraid?" "No. I can't take anything in." "Nor'm I; and ain't got no cause neether," came the voice from the darkness, defiant almost to truculence. "I only ad but the two talents lovin and fightin; and they can't say I've id eether o them up in a napkin. They can't chuck that in me face."
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