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'This milk mun go back to t' dairy, I reckon, said she, loading herself with milk and cream. 'Niver fash thysel' about it, said Nelly Corney, 'Christmas comes but onest a year, if it does go sour; and mother said she'd have a game at forfeits first thing after tea to loosen folks's tongues, and mix up t' lads and lasses, so come along.
Git off my bed, else look another way; them eyes o' yourn skear me. I was sitting on the side of her bed and looking into her face. 'Where did you get this? I said, holding out the letter. 'You skears me, a-lookin' like that, said she. 'I comed by it 'onest.
But you abound in far more flagrant blunders than these: I have chidden, not chode you; we do not write a friend, we write to him; we say 'onest, not honest; these usages of yours cannot claim even alien rights among us. Moreover, we do not like even poetry to read like the dictionary.
They were encased in brown velveteens much the worse for wear, and in shape resembled a couple of sticks with a crook at the knees. "I lost my sitiwation as gamekeeper to 'is Royal 'Ighness the Dook o' Duncy through bein' too 'onest," he went on with another wink. "'Orful pertikler, the Dook was, nobuddy was 'llowed to be 'onest wheer 'e was but 'imself! Lord love ye!
But that's all passed now, you know, and in future I'm to be 'onest and good." "How far from this entrance is the camp?" asked Murden. "Not mor'n a mile, sir." "Then lead the way. Maurice, walk by the side of him, and if but you know what I mean." "I think I do, sir," answered the policeman, drawing one of his formidable holster pistols, and examining the cap with a careful glance.
When they see that I could git a ’onest living, an old cove in a cocked hat ses he to me, ses he, ‘You’re a saltimbanc, you are. Wery good. “And did he?” “Course he did; and I’m now one of the reg’lar perfession. I aint to be hinterfered with; leastways, without I’m donkey enough to go on the cross and be took up.
He hurraed at every flagrant piece of destruction; he shook hands with every one around him, and, at last, when the destroyers inside paused to take breath, he cried out, 'If a was as young as onest a was, a'd have t' Randyvowse down, and mak' a bonfire on it. We'd ring t' fire-bell then t' some purpose. No sooner said than done.
La prima inscrizion ch'agli occhi occorre, Con lungo honor Lucrezia Borgia noma, La cui bellezza ed onest
You gives me the creeps, you do. JIM. I knowed a bloke onest in civil life wot died a lingerin' death. Lived in the second-floor back in the same 'ouse as me an' my missus, 'e did. Suffered somefink' 'orrible, 'e did, an' lingered more nor five year. Yet I reckon 'e was one o' the best blokes as ever I come acrost. Went to 'eaven straight, 'e did, if ever any one did.
A man can but die onest, and we was ready to go int' t' fire for t' save folks' lives, and yet we'd none on us t' wit to see as we might ha' saved yon poor chaps as screeched out for help. 'They'll ha' getten 'em to t' Randyvowse by now, said some one. 'They cannot tak' 'em aboard till morning; t' tide won't serve, said the last speaker but one.
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