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"No," he answered slowly, turning his quid in his cheek, and spitting with great precision at a blue-headed lizard that had emerged from a crack in the rock and sat eyeing us. "Got yer!" he went on as the small reptile retired in considerable discomfiture. "No, neether ladders nor ropes. If yer reely wants ter know, I were carried up!" "Oh, you can chuckle, but so it were!
Again we felt that indefinable thrill never separate from the strange utterance, suggestive always of some dark mystery, and fascinating and holding the childish fancy in complete control. "Bet you don't know this-'un neether: 'A holler-hearted father, And a hump-back mother Three black orphants All born together! " We were dumb. "You can't guess nothin'!" she said half pityingly.
Into this small and stuffy shop I forced myself a passage, whereupon its small, busy proprietor glanced up at me over the rim of his large spectacles. "Well, son, what d'ye lack?" he demanded. "Clothes, if you please," said I humbly. "And that's no lie, neether so ye do, by James!" he nodded. "Can I purchase some?" "If you've enough o' the rhino, son."
Well he knew those buck-skin breeches, those mud-spattered tops, those tall knees. "Who's that bloke?" whispered a voice at his ear. "The officer commanding the French. Hush!" "Crikey!" whispered Knapp, much impressed, and peering through the tamarisk. "Ain't he got a pair o legs on him neether?" Before Kit could stop him, he had brushed past and dropped into the creek, light as a feather.
The next day dawned dull and rainy and he had a tiresome pull on a sluggish stream until he reached Tyngsborough. Nearing a crowded bridge at that place, volleys of questions were fired at him. He was choking with thirst and without looking up, asked: "Is there a hotel here?" "Naw," shouted a gruff voice, "ner yeou kaint git naw liker hure nowhere neether."
Tomkinson moved grandly down the steps, ushered Viscount Medenham into the car, and watched its graceful swoop into Holles Street. "Times have changed," said he to himself. "Twenty years ago, when I first came here, his lordship's father would have given me a tip, and he wouldn't have been coming home for dinner, neether." By that last fatal word Tomkinson betrayed the cloven hoof.
Yes, sir," with quiet gusto, "reck'n we saw all the best that was goin in our time, and not a bad time neether for them as like it, that's to say: seamen and such." He was silent for a time, chewing his memories. And what memories they were! Had he not sailed under Boscawen in the fifties, when that old sea-dog stood between England and Invasion?
When his wife had left the room in dudgeon: "It's silly," grunted the trainer. "'Course she wants to be on the course. It's only in Natur. It's her hoss, and her race. She ain't goin' to run no risks. And I don't blame her neether. There's only one way o' seein' a thing through as I've ever know'd, and that's seein' it through yourself." Mrs.
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