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McCullough, busily burnishing a bit, shrugged deprecatingly and laughed. Hardy, putting the last touches to his revolver-holster, made answer, George thought, with peculiar reticence. "Wot, Yorkey? . . . oh, 'e's a 'oly terror 'e is. . . . You arst Crampton," he mumbled "arst Taylor they wos at Davidsburg wiv 'im. Slavin's orl right but Yorkey!". . . He looked unutterable things.
I could get into the castle as a waiter, and you could tell Lady Maud I was there, and we could arrange a meeting. Machiavelli couldn't have thought of anything smoother." "Mac Who?" "One of your ancestors. Great schemer in his day. But, one moment." "Now what?" "How am I to get engaged? How do I get the job?" "That's orl right.
Stumpy, conscious of somehow saying the wrong thing and hurt by the shower of friendly sarcasm, shrugged his shoulders. "Orl right," he said, "take the bloomin' advantage of the tiny isle any'ow we 'ad the guts to come out yere." "That's right, kid," someone offered him a fag, "you were a democracy, a free country, long before England was ENGLAND at all, before the British Empire was dreamed of.
"Afore I come up. How long afore I come up?" Michael appeared to pass through a paroxysm of acute calculation, ending in a lucid calm with particulars. "Seven minute and a half," said he resolutely. "Wanted my name, he did!" "What did you tell him?" "I told 'im a name. Orl correct it was. Only it warn't mine. I was too fly for him." "What name did you tell him?" "Mr. Eking's at the doctor's shop.
When Mrs. Brown entered the room ten minutes later, Mr. Jones was still asleep, Jumble was still performing, and Messrs. Blake and Johnson were standing in negligent attitudes against the wall appraising the eager Jumble with sportsmanlike eyes. "'E's no breed," Mr. Blake was saying, "but 'e's orl roight. I'd loik to see 'im arfter a rat. I bet 'e'd " Seeing Mrs.
Leavin' a bloomin' two inches orl round of bare flesh." "Camouflage it." "'Ow d'you mean?" "Paint the space brown an' pretend it's a belt." The Quarter-Master Sergeant and his assistant found an avalanche of new material and old on their hands. N.B. Neither Q.M.S.'s nor C.Q.M.S.'s are acquainted as a rule with the gentle solitude of the first line trenches.
I undid 'er pretty quick and the fust thing she sez w'en I gets the towl out of her mouth, the pore dear, is 'Mrs. Chugg, she sez all of a tremble as you might say, 'Mrs. Chugg' sez she, 'my father! my father! sez she. With that up she jumps but she 'adn't put foot to the floor w'en down she drops! It was along of 'er being tied up orl that time, dyer see, mister! I gets 'er back on the bed.
To be perfectly honest, it seemed to me more in the nature of a nightmare, but wild horses wouldn't have dragged any such hostile criticism out of me. "I think it will suit you very nicely, Gertie," I said. "It's got just that dash of colour which Edith Terrace wants." "Yer reely mean it?" she asked eagerly. "Yer reely think I'll look orl right in it?
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