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A man appeared very promptly in answer to the bell. "Sniffen, my overcoat," said the philanthropist. "It is 'ere, sir," answered Sniffen, helping the thin old man into the great fur folds. "There is no word of the dog, I suppose, Sniffen?" "None, sir. The police was here again yesterday, sir, but they said as 'ow " "The police!" The words were fierce with scorn. "Eight thousand incompetents!"
"Bring me a quart of it," said the boarding-master, slowly and impressively. "I want it drawed in a china mug, with a nice foaming 'ead on it." "Wot do you want it for?" inquired Mr. Wilks, eyeing him very closely. "Bisness purposes," said Mr. Smith. "If you're very good you shall see 'ow I do it." Still the steward made no move. "I thought you brought the stuff with you," he remarked. Mr.
D'yer hear? He advanced threateningly, grasping his bludgeon by the smaller end, but when he had approached within a couple of paces I made a sudden lunge with my stick, introducing its ferrule to his abdomen about the region of the solar plexus. He sprang back with an astonished yelp which sounded like 'Ow er! and stood gasping and rubbing his abdomen.
"I'll make the tea, sir, an' also some of my own perticler cakes, bein' a special kind I 'ave, which my mother showed me 'ow to make, 'avin' been taught by a lady as she nussed thro' the scarlet fever, tho' bein' of a weak constitootion, she died soon arter, bein' in the 'abit of contractin' any disease she might chance on." Brian hurried off lest in her Poe-like appreciation of them, Mrs.
"Look here!" I ses, "you clear off. All of you. 'Ow dare you come on to my wharf? If you aren't gone in two minutes I'll give you all in charge." "Who to?" ses one of the draymen, sticking his face into mine. "You go 'ome to your wife and kids. Go on now, afore I put up my 'ands to you." "That's the way to talk to 'im," ses the pot-man, nodding at 'em.
"I tell 'im I 'ave a leetle nothing at all, and that I am going 'ome next week to my dear 'usband. I think that make 'im laugh ver' much. 'E is ver' bored, that young man. 'E say if I 'ave supper with 'im, the first night 'e come out 'e won't 'ow you say? grouse so much. I say my 'usband ver' jealous, but that I fix it some'ow. 'E like that. Promise you won't tell?" They promised.
"An' their cost!" grumbled Mrs Gowler, as she drained the second bottle by putting it to her lips. "They simply eat good money, an' never 'ave enough." "One must look after one's own," remarked Mavis. "Little dears! 'Ow I love their pretty prattle. It makes me think of 'eavens an' Gawd's angels," said Mrs Gowler. Then, as Mavis did not make any remark, she added: "Six was born 'ere last week."
Lopez had been highly amused at the girl's pique and "Red's" honest interest in her. He came to his assistance. "We shall be patient. She is mad. And mad lady sink not wiz ze 'ead, but only wiz ze tongue." He faced the pouting Angela. "Señorita, leesten to me. 'Ow old are you?" "None of your business!" was the instant answer. "Twenty-eight? Twenty-nine?" Lopez pressed, smiling. "Certainly not!
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute, Molly!" she called wildly down the pit, warm all over in excitement. "Now listen. You go off there in a corner, where the ground makes a sort of roof. I'm going to throw down something you can climb up on, maybe." "Ow! Ow, it'll hit me!" cried poor little Molly, more and more frightened.
"Ow, we wad jist tak doon the sticks," answered Ladle. "You would call it persecution, wouldn't you?" "Ay; it wad be that." "And what do you call it now, when you prevent a man from going his own way, after he has had enough of your foolery?" "Ow, we ca' 't dissiplene!" answered the fellow. The marquis got down, annoyed, but laughing at his own discomfiture.
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