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"It ain't that," said Jonah, "but I hate the thought of yer bein' at the beck an' call of people who ain't fit to clean yer boots. Ye're like a kid 'oldin' its finger in the fire an' yellin' with pain. There's no need fer yer to do it. I've offered ter make yer cashier in the shop at two pounds a week, if yer'd put yer pride in yer pocket."
That ain't 'alf so good. Me an' 'Arry, we set together, 'im with 'is arm round my wiste and me oldin' 'is 'and. It was jam, I can tell yer! 'Well, I don't want anyone sprawlin' me abaht, thet ain't my mark! 'But I do like 'Arry; you dunno the little ways 'e 'as; an' we're goin' ter be married in three weeks now. 'Arry said, well, 'e says, "I'll git a licence."
"That's what I said at the time, an' that's what I've allus thought!" declared Twitt "Why that little 'Kiddie' child o' Tom's was the playfullest, prettiest little rogue ye'd see in a hundred mile or more! 'Oldin' out a posy o' flowers to a motor-car, poor little innercent!
The blue lips parted and in the ghost of a whisper said, 'Beg y' pardon, sir, disturbin' of you now, but would you min' 'oldin' my 'and, sir? Bobby sat on the side of the bed, and the icy cold hand closed on his own like a vice, forcing a lady's ring which was on the little finger deep into the flesh. Bobby set his lips and waited, the water dripping from the hem of his trousers.
She is uncommon calm, but uncommon bitter, is Lydy Elling. She's never come anear the studio since that day she went out 'oldin' up of 'er skirts. W'en 'er friends goes over she excuses 'erself along o' the strain. Strain Gawd!" James ground his wrath short in his teeth. "I'll tell you what I'll do, James, and it's our only hope. I'll see Lady Ellen tomorrow. The Times says she returned today.
There ain't no 'arbour dues to pay when once they're over the bar, Moored bow an' stern in a quiet berth where the lost three-deckers are, An' there's NELSON 'oldin' 'is one 'and out an' welcomin' them that's made The roads o' Glory an' the port of Death in the North Atlantic trade!" "And what," I said, "did you do during the Great War, Francesca?"
Spruce, rather than being guided by her, for as that worthy woman averred to Primmins at supper that self-same night: "I was so all in a tremble and puspration with 'er 'oldin' on to my arm and takin' me round, that I was like the man in the Testymen what had dumb devils, and scarcely knew what ground my feet was a-fallin' on!"
And then she turned and looked at me like a dog does when you 'it it. 'O mother, says she, 'O mother! And with that I forgot everything about bein' angry with 'er, and I 'ad 'er in my arms in a minute, and we was 'oldin' each other as hard as hard. 'It was the night before the weddin', says she, in a whisper. 'O mother, I didn't think there was any harm in it, and us so nearly man and wife.
Mashing he up to me, and says he, `Would you like a shillin', my boy? says he. `You're 'avin' a lark with me, says I. `No, I ain't, says 'e, 'oldin' it out. `What do yer want? says I. `You know Smith? says 'Orksbury. `That ain't no concarn of yourn, says I. `You ain't got no concarn with my governor, says I. `Oh, then you don't want the shillin'? says he. `No, I don't, says I, seein' they was up to games. `What do you mean by it? says Mashing, a-pullin' my ear.
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