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Whereupon the lady at the pay-table had started up, scattering her coins, and shrieked; and this had started the stampede. "Which," added Sam in a whisper to Tilda, "was lucky for us in a way; becos Glasson, after tacklin' Mortimer be'ind the scenes an' threatenin' to have his blood in a bottle, had started off with Gavel to fetch the perlice.
"Very well, small girl," answered Mr. Dolman. "I am willing to listen to you. What is the matter?" This was really much more diverting than sitting down to his sermon. "I want you to have that howid old woman upstairs put in pwison. I want you to get the perlice, and have her hands tied, and have her took away to pwison.
"Let me a-be!" he exclaimed with a thickness of tone which was the combined result of indignation and strong drink. "You ha' no right to handle me like this! Ain't this a free country? Where's the perlice?" "Come along, Richard; you'll thank me to-morrow," persisted "Cobbler" Horn quietly, moving his captive along another step or two.
Too much astonished at first to speak, Harold stood staring at the man who had attacked him so brutally, while his hand closed tightly over the diamonds in his pocket, as if fearing they might be wrenched from him by force. 'Will you fork over, or shall I call the perlice? Peterkin asked. 'Call the police as soon as you like, Harold replied, 'but I shall not give you the diamonds.
"'Tisn't that, yer Honor; but becos yer got me onto the perlice yerself. Don't yer 'member, on 'lection day, I smashed two ticket booths of t'other can'date, in the Sixth Ward, lickt as much as a dozen men who was workin' agen ye, an' din was put into the Tumes over night bad luck to the Tumes, I say!
"I niver spilt it. Spill it to suit yezself, yer Honor." "Spell it in the usual way, with a 'k'" said the coroner, turning to the reporters. "Your residence, Mr. O'Dougherty?" "Me what?" "Your residence. Where do you live?" "Oh! it's fare I live yer want to know. In Mulberry street, near Baxter." "You belong to the perlice, I believe?" asked the coroner.
He drew himself up, folded his arms across his chest, and looked at them scorn and denunciation in every line of his young frame, and the blaze of his blue eye. A murmur ran through the room. Some of the men laughed excitedly. Darwin sprang up again. "You keep the perlice off us, an' gie us the cuttin' up o' their bloomin' parks an' we'll do it fast enough," he cried.
"Where we goin' to git a chain?" queried Billy; "'t won't be no fun 'thout a lock an' chain." "I can get the lock and chain off 'm Sarah Jane's cabin." "Yo' mama don't 'low you to go to her cabin," said Billy. "My mama don't care if I just borra a lock and chain; so I 'm going to get it." "I'm going to be the perlice of the gang," said Frances. "Perlice nothing.
"Does yer wan' ter bring de perlice? You'se been takin' a drap too much again, I reckon." "No, I'se only been to prar-meetin', and Aun' Sheba jes' dun gone and bolt me out." "Well, you'se been cuttin' up some shine, an' dat's a fac'. Come in an' stop you noise. You can sleep on de lounge. We don' want to pay ten dollahs in de mawnin to get you out ob de caboose."
He knew that the key was in his pocket, and found that there was a certain satisfaction in being stern and cruel. Mrs Baggett might sob her heart out after her box, and he would decline to be moved. "What'll I do about Baggett, sir?" said the poor woman, coming back. "He's a lying there at the gate, and the perlice doesn't like to touch him because of you, sir.
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