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'Has Thornton any horses? asked Sponge. 'Not he, replied Leather, 'not he, nor the gen'lman next him nouther he, in the pilot coat, with the whip sticking out of the pocket, nor the one in the coffee-coloured 'at, nor none on 'em in fact'; adding, 'they all live on Squire Waffles breakfast with him dine with him drink with him smoke with him and if any on 'em 'appen to 'ave an 'orse, why they sell to him, and so ride for nothin' themselves.
"But there!" with husky pride. "He won't bear me no grudge will you, old man?" with a hoarse burst of tenderness, flinging his arm towards the bank, where the dead horse's girths glimmered still in the dusk. "He know'd I wouldn't have asked it of him, only I had to. That's my old orse! that's my Robin! Never asked no questions. Just took and died and did his duty without the talkin.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Stack. I must be getting home now." "I'm going your way, Miss Tucker.... If you like, we'll go together, and I'll tell you," he whispered, "all about the 'orse." When they had left the bar the conversation turned on racing as an occupation for women. "Fancy my wife making a book on the course.
"I should 'ave said 'Buy Jack Ryan's 'orse an' cart, an' never go near a two-up school again'," said Pinkey, thinking of the impossible. "Well, I won the dollars, an' I'll do as yer say," cried Chook emptying his pockets on the counterpane. As Chook poured the heap of gold and silver on to the bed, Pinkey gasped, and turned deadly white. Chook thought she was going to faint.
"This one," said Ketley, jerking his thumb in the direction that Stack and Sarah had gone, "seems to 'ave got hold of something." "We must ask Stack when he comes back," and Journeyman winked at William. "Women do get that excited over trifles," old John remarked, sarcastically. "She ain't got above 'alf-a-crown on the 'orse, if that.
'I'm sure we must earn our living somehow. This is an 'otel, isn't it? and Mosk's a pop'lar character, ain't he? I'm sure it's hard enough to make ends meet as it is; we owe rent for half a year and can't pay and won't pay, wailed Mrs Mosk, 'unless my 'usband comes 'ome on Skinflint. 'Comes home on Skinflint, woman, what do you mean? 'Skinflint's a 'orse, mum, as Mosk 'ave put his shirt on.
"Dat's good sign." The speaker slipped his arms into his pack- harness and adjusted the tumpline to his forehead preparatory to rising. "You goin' mak' good 'sourdough' lak me. You goin' love de woods and de hills wen you know 'em. I can tell. Wal, I see you bimeby at Wite 'Orse." "White Horse? Is that where you're going?" "Yes. I'm batteau man; I'm goin' be pilot."
The crowd, now numbering eleven, looked hopeful. It occurred to Johnny later that he might have offered his umbrella to the cabman; at least it would have fetched the eighteenpence. One thinks of these things afterwards. The only idea that occurred to him at the moment was that of getting home. "'Ere, 'old my 'orse a minute, one of yer," shouted the cabman.
This double made some of the beggars over-shoot the mark, and run past the statute of George the Fourth, but, seeing their mistake, or hearing the other portion of the pack running in the contrary direction, they speedily joined heads and tails, and gave me a devil of a burst up the narrow lane by the Wite 'Orse 'Otel.
'Ardy used to yarn most about the coins he had gone through; he had lived with bookmakers, and jockeys, and pugs, and actors, and all that a precious low lot," added this judicious person. "But it's about here my 'orse is moored, and by your leave I'll be getting ahead." "One moment," said I. "Is Mr. Sebright on board?" "No, sir, he's ashore to-day," said the sailor.
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