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How in thunder can I get on with my digging with you 'owlin' yer 'ead off?" inquired the Man Next Door. "You get up and peg along in an' arst your aunt if she'd be agreeable for me to do up her garden a bit. I could do it odd times. You'd like that." "Not 'arf!" said Dickie, getting up. "Come to yourself, eh?" sneered the aunt.
An' the stinks out of th' rotten weed, and out of all th' rotten ships whenever a bit of wind breezed up soft from th' s'uthard over th' hull mess of 'em, was horrider than you hev any idee! Gettin' drunk was all there was lef' fur us; and even in gettin' drunk there wasn't no real Christian comfort, 'cause of Jack's damn owlin' stares."
He said it was me as stared at him the damn fool not knowin' that I was only a-tryin' to squench his beastly owlin' by lookin' steady at him; an' he said he'd settle me ef I kep' on. An' so things went like that atween us fur days an' days and all th' time nothin' near us but dead ships with mos' likely dead men fillin' 'em, an' him an' me knowin' we'd soon got to be dead too.
They can't tell the difference between a man what really can sing and one of these 'ere 'owlin' 'umbugs that goes draggin' little children up and daown t' streets. That sort makes more money than we does. And I tell you, him 'ere" indicating Banquo "is a good cornet player. 'Ere, Banquo, fetch it out o' your pocket, lad, and play the gentleman a toon."
'I can't arise an' expaytiate with him. 'Tis rainin' entrenchin' tools outside. ''Tain't because you bloomin' can't. It's 'cause you bloomin' won't, ye long, limp, lousy, lazy beggar, you. 'Ark to'im 'owlin'! 'Wot's the good of argifying? Put a bullet into the swine! 'E's keepin' us awake! said another voice. A subaltern shouted angrily, and a dripping sentry whined from the darkness
No good sittin' on your be'ind an' 'owlin' because there's a war on, is there?" There was more of the spirit of England in that, Henry thought, than in Cecily's mitten-making.... Gilbert was not at home when he reached the Bloomsbury boarding-house. "Still trying, I suppose," Henry thought. There was a telegram for him.
What would you think of a 'oss w'en 'is cabby cried, "Gee-up, there's a fare a 'owlin' for us," an' that 'oss would say, "Hall right, cabby, just 'old on, hold man, till I finish my pipe"? No, Mr Crossley, no, I "`But, my good soul! I burst in here, `do listen "`No use good-soulin' me, Mr Crossley. I tell you I won't stand it. My dear father died of it, an' I can't stand it
"Aw've heerd on 'em, the floowers o' the flock they coom to a bad end mostwise in Yorkshire nipped in t' bood loike! Was tha friend nipped untimely?" "I'd give a bloomin' camomile to know!" "Deserted or summat?" "Ow yus, 'e deserted to Khartoum," answered Withers with a sneer. "The 'owlin' sneak went in 'idin' with Gordon at Khartoum!"
When my little brother was born 'e was 'owlin' wild down Watchet way, an' screechin' to all the folks as 'ow the baby wasn't his'n!" This was a doubtful subject, a "delicate and burning question," as reviewers for the press say when they want to praise some personal friend's indecent novel and pass it into decent households, and Helmsley let it drop.
The message goes on to say that the captain's name is Coke, and that he is accompanied by his daughter. . . . Eh? What did you say? . . . Are you there?" "Yes, I'm 'ere, or I think I am," said David with a desperate calmness. "Is that all?" "All for the present." "It doesn't say that Coke is a ravin', tearin', 'owlin' lunatic, does it?" "No. Is that your view?"
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