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"Really," sighed Young R., "these are quite fool questions for one of your hard-headed common sense! If I knew exactly 'what' and 'where', I'd go and find it myself at least, I might!" "But 'ow in the world, sir begging your parding I'm sure, but 'ow am I to go a-finding hobjex as I've never seen nor 'eard of?" "Brimberly, I pass!
"What a pity!" remarked Glynn, as the eddies circled round the spot where it had gone down. "Ah, so it is!" replied the doctor; "but he would have been rather large to preserve and carry home as a specimen." "I ax yer parding, sir," said Tim Rokens, addressing Dr Hopley; "but I'm curious to know if crocodiles has got phrenoligy?" "No doubt of it," replied the doctor, laughing.
A united shriek from Martha and Jane, a nautical howl from the guests, and a rolled-up pocket-handkerchief from Rokens sent that animal from the table as if it had received a galvanic shock. "I ax yer parding, ladies," said Mr Rokens, whose aim had been so perfect that his handkerchief not only accelerated the flight of the cat, but carried away the violated pat of butter along with it.
"An' I be damned ef he ain't right, too," chimed in Berry. "Sho, you Berry. Ain't yer'shamed now usin' cuss-words afore de minister!" said Sally. "Beg yer parding, Bre'er Hill," said Berry, taking off his hat, and bowing with mock solemnity to that worthy. "Hit's been sech a long time sence Sunday come ter our house dat I nigh 'bout forgot my 'ligion."
"I'm sorry for you," replied Trot, "'cause you don't seem to know the proper way to treat visitors. But we won't stay long. We'll go home pretty soon." "Not until you have been punished!" exclaimed the Boolooroo sternly. "You are my prisoners." "Beg parding, your Majesty," said Cap'n Bill, "but you're takin' a good deal for granted.
Yes, in me, Robert Frog, Esquire, of Chikopow Farm, Canada Vest, you be'old your ancient henemy, who is on'y too 'appy to 'ave the chance of axin your parding for all the trouble he gave you, an' all the 'ard names he called you in days gone by."
"I ax yer parding, but them brutes is sich thieves I could roast 'em alive, so I could." The harpooner unrolled his handkerchief, and picking the pat of butter from its folds with his fingers, threw it into the fire. Thereafter he smoothed down his hair, and seated himself on the extreme edge of a chair, as near the door as possible.
The little dogs were jumping to reach his hands. Evidently they loved him. "I say," Cuckoo said huskily. The old gentleman stopped, lifted a rat from his shoulder, placed it on his breast, like a man who arranged his necktie, clicked his tongue against his teeth, and remarked: "Parding, lydy." Cuckoo swallowed. She felt as if she had a ball in her throat shifting up and down.
Pinner drew up, panting laboriously. "Didn't you hear a cat, mister?" George grappled the crisis. "I did not hear a cat. If there were a cat I should have heard it. I should have felt it. I abominate cats. I can always tell when a cat is near me. There is no cat. Kindly leave me to my breakfast." Poor Mrs. Pinner was ashamed. "I'm sure I do beg you parding, mister.
"I ax yer parding, sir," said Jack, a little softened, though by no means restored to his wonted good-humour; "no offence meant, but I've been shamefully abused by the scoundrels in yonder village, an' I am riled a bit. It's only a scratch, sir, you don't need to consarn yerself." "It is more than a scratch, if I may judge from the flow of blood. Permit me to examine."
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