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He pointed to a glossy black creature in the end box. Before the animal raised her head and looked over the gate, Betty knew that the mare from England was one of the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen. "Hi, now, 'ow's that for a pretty lydy, Miss?" went on the rubber proudly. "Oh! See! She knows you!
Arter one o' the draymen 'ad saved her life and spoilt 'er temper by patting 'er on the back with a hand the size of a leg o' mutton, the carman turned to me and told me to tell the truth, if it choked me. "I have told you the truth," I ses. "She ses I'm her 'usband and I say I ain't. Ow's she going to prove it? Why should you believe her, and not me?" "She's got a truthful face," ses the carman.
Kybird shook his head over the idea that there would soon be one open-handed gentleman the less in a world which was none too full of them. "We've all got to go some day," observed Mr. Kybird, philosophically. "'Ow's that cough o' yours getting on, Nat?" Mr.
'Yes! cried Crass, fiercely. 'Why don't you answer the bloody question? Wot's the cause of poverty? 'What the 'ell's the matter with the present system? demanded Sawkins. 'Ow's it goin' to be altered? said Newman. 'Wot the bloody 'ell sort of a system do YOU think we ought to 'ave? shouted the man behind the moat. 'It can't never be altered, said Philpot.
It's a fine thing if a man can't go out for 'arf a pint without coming home and finding all the riffraff of the neighbourhood in 'is bed." "'Ow's the pore back, Bill?" inquired Mr. Flynn, with tenderness. Mr. Scutts gurgled at him. "Outside!" he said as soon as he could get his breath. "Bill," said the voice of Mrs. Scutts, outside the door. "Halloa," growled her husband.
The sound of Blink gnawing her bone beneath the bed alone broke the silence. "I could do with a pint o' bitter," thought Joe; and, noticing the form of the weekly gardener down below, he said softly: "'Ello, Bob!" "'Ello?" replied the gardener. "'Ow's yours?" "Nicely." "Goin' to 'ave some rain?" "Ah!" "What's the matter with that?" "Good for the crops." "Missis well?" "So, so." "Wish mine was."
Right in the middle of my back, up between my shoulder blades there was a stiff, hard clump of something that bored into my spine uncomfortably. I could feel it quite plainly lumpy and rough. "Ow's that, sir?" he cheerily asked me, over my shoulder; but it seemed to me there was a strained, nervous note in his voice. "A bit of all right eh, sir?"
"Huncommon urgent your business must be to take you from 'ome such a hevening as this. 'Ow's my lady?" "My lady is not at all well, Mr. Edwards," answered Sybilla. "Sir Everard was obliged to go alone to his mother's, my lady's headache is so intense. Claudine is with her, I believe. We are going to have a storm, are we not? I shall be obliged to hurry back."
During breakfast, Philpot, addressing Crass and referring to Hunter, inquired anxiously: ''Ow's 'is temper this mornin', Bob? 'As mild as milk, replied Crass. 'You'd think butter wouldn't melt in 'is mouth. 'Seemed quite pleased with 'isself, didn't 'e? said Harlow. 'Yes, remarked Newman. ''E said good morning to me! 'So 'e did to me! said Easton.
You've been ill, 'aven't yer? You look like it. An' yer puttin' up at Costrells'?" "Yes, till I can turn round a bit. 'Ave yer seen any thin' ov 'em? 'Ow's Bessie?" Watson faced back towards the village. "I'll walk with yer a bit I'm in no 'urry. Oh, she's all right. You 'eard of her bit o' money?" John opened his eyes. "Noa, I don' know as I did."
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