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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Jerry shells like 'ell orl night an' sends over gas in shells and cloud orl day. Three 'undred casualties last week an' I 'eard that alf of 'em kicked the bucket...." "Old Jerry 'as a million troops from Russia waitin' to come over next month for his offensive...." "Yus, Sir Daggie 'Aig sez 'e must sacrifice 'is First Lines. An', wots more, yer up to the neck in water...."
You can send me the wire first to say if any one has called, and then write me a line afterwards by post telling me what they were like and what they said." "I can do that orl right," she answered eagerly. "If they talks to Mrs. Oldbury I'll listen at the keyhole." I nodded. "It's a practice that the best moralists condemn," I said, "but after all, the recording angel does it."
Hardy chuckled again, "'Ere comes one o' them Mounted Pleecemen, me dear, orl comb an' spurs, mark time in front there. . . !" And he emitted an imitation of a barnyard cackle. McCullough shot a glance at Redmond's face. "Can th' grief" he remarked unsympathetically, "you're fly enough usually . . . but you fairly asked for it that time." Hardy spat into a cuspidor with long-range accuracy.
Had there been a handkerchief in his bulging coat, he must have cried. "And you call yourself an Officer of the Law?" boomed the Defender of Personal Liberty. He went still nearer to him. His voice, to the children, sounded simply magnificent. "A uniformed and salaried representative of the Government of England!" "Oo calls me orl that?" asked the wretched man in a trembling tone.
Suddenly, as the dial marked three-quarters, he dropped the handles with a grin of triumph at Pinkey. Stinky, smarting with defeat, instantly took up the challenge. "That's no test of strength," he cried angrily. "Women can stand a lot more than men." "Orl right; choose yer own game, an' I'm after yer," said Chook.
The butler whirled round and fixed him with a stare of haughty indignation. "Here, you keep your fingers off your betters!" he retorted angrily, for Cleek had dug a friendly elbow into his ribs. "Oh, orl right! No offence meant! Thought perhaps you wuz the boss, by the look of yer. But doubtless you ain't nuffink ter do wiv the factory at all. Private gent, I take it."
Orl der orange-trees, all der mangoes! What does it matter? Sometimes ant armies come into your houses fighting ants; a different sort. You go and they clean the house. Then you come back again; the house is clean, like new! No cockroaches, no fleas, no jiggers in the floor." "That Sambo chap," said Holroyd, "says these are a different sort of ant."
"Do you think so?" asked Doggie, startled. "Man, I know it," replied Phineas. "Ghosts be blowed!" cried Mo Shendish. "She's a bit of orl right, she is. What I call class. Doesn't chuck 'erself at yer 'ead, like some of 'em, and, on the other 'and, has none of yer blooming stand-orfishness. See what I mean?" He clutched them each by an arm he was between them. "Look 'ere.
"Ah-h! come off the perch!" he snarled pettishly, "what sort of old 'batman's' gaff are you trying to 'get my goat' with?" His display of irritation drew an explosive, misthievous cachinnation from the trio. "Old 'batman's' gaff?" echoed the Cockney grinning, "orl right, my fresh cove this time next week you'll be tellin' us wevver it's old 'batman's' gaff, or not."
"Like as not you're so brave you wouldn't mind goin' across the Fens," he said. "Them there flames wouldn't be scarin' such a 'ero as Mr. James Collins. Oh no! You'll find it a mile or so less than the three miles by road. It's the shortest cut, but I don't recommend it. 'Owever, that lies with you. I'll tell Sir Nigel where you're gone if 'e asks me, you may be sure!" "Orl right!
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