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"An' there's Don Neil; he's another that's been puttin' on airs, but I'll bet he'll quit now; mind you, Coonie, the minister went home with Jessie last night." "Gosh!" exclaimed Coonie, expectorating copiously, "that's noos!" "You bet! Don'll be hoppin' when he hears it. All the fellows has been sayin' they bet Mr.
"He's a dandy at gettin' out o' things an' leaving others in. Say " "Here, half-a-tick," cried Joyce, with sudden inspiration. "Who's goin' to be 'fightin' editor'?" "Gee, what a brain!" cried Sunny derisively. "Say, we ain't runnin' a mornin' noos sheet. This is a trust.
Gladstone speak in his old age, when his voice had acquired a slight roughness which detracted, I thought, from his wonderful gift of oratory. Mr. Gladstone, too, had certain peculiarities of pronunciation; he always spoke of "constitootional" and of "noos."
He lay very quiet for a while, with the broken staple clasped to his breast, and his eyes closed. "Peter," said he suddenly, "you won't 'ave no one to bring you noos no more why, Peter! be 'ee cryin' for me? 'Tis true 't were me as found ye, but I didn't think as you'd go to cry tears for me I be goin' to tak' t' owd stapil wi' me, Peter, all along the road an', Peter " "Yes, Ancient?"
I found myself in a little study, and Blenkiron sitting in an armchair smoking. He got up and seized both my hands. 'Why, Dick, this is better than good noos. I've heard all about your exploits since we parted a year ago on the wharf at Liverpool.
"Where away?" inquired one of the firemen, supposing that Sparks, perhaps, brought information of another fire. "Number 6, Conway Street," he gasped. "All right, we've got the noos already. The boys brought it." The Bloater, with a mouth extending from ear to ear and all his teeth displayed, uttered the single word "sold!" as Mr Sparks turned his eyes on him. One glance was enough.
"'Ark at 'em," growled the Moocher from his corner, "a-cheerin' at the bloody noos!" "Wait a bit," said the acuter intelligence of Jemmy Vetch. "Give 'em time. There'll be three or four more down afore night, and then we'll see!" It was late in the afternoon when Sarah Purfoy awoke from her uneasy slumber.
Krill, bless her, oh, yuss, Mrs. Krill, the sneakin', smiling Jezebel." "Did she see Sylvia?" asked Beecot, sharply. "Yuss, she did," admitted Deborah, "me lettin' her in not knowin' her scratchin's. An' the monkey an' the kitting come too a-spyin' out the land as you may say. W'en I 'eard the noos I 'owled Mr.
"Well, I got more noos for 'ee, Peter gert noos!" "And what is it this time?" "I be allus full up o' noos, bean't I?" he repeated. "Yes, Ancient," said I, and sighed; "and what is your news?" "Why, first of all, Peter, jest reach me my snuff-box, will 'ee? 'ere it be in my back 'ind pocket thankee! thankee!" Hereupon he knocked upon the lid with a bony knuckle.
"Some day when that theer old stapil be all rusted away, an' these old bones is a-restin' in the churchyard over to Cranbrook, Peter you'll think, sometimes, o' the very old man as was always so full o' noos, won't 'ee, Peter?" "Surely, Ancient, I shall never forget you," said I, and sighed.
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