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Updated: June 20, 2025
"I'm out of a plyce myself," said Hemstead. "You beat me all the way and back," says Carthew. "My trouble is that I have never been in one." "I suppose you've no tryde?" asked Hemstead. "I know how to spend money," replied Carthew, "and I really do know something of horses and something of the sea. But the unions head me off; if it weren't for them, I might have had a dozen berths."
'Much custom from your show over the wye? 'Not so much as a better place would have. 'Young gents don't live at the Collige, they tell me? 'No, there's no residence. 'So naturally they want a plyce where they can 'ev a nibble, somewheres 'andy? 'Yes. We have to go further into the town for a decent dinner. 'Jest what I thought! exclaimed Andrew, slapping his leg.
P'raps you aren't livin', old and young, married and single, in one room. 'I suppose life is like that for a good many people, Jean Dunbarton turned round to say. 'Oh, yes, said her aunt. 'I come from a plyce where many fam'lies, if they're to go on livin' at all, 'ave to live like that. If you don't believe me, come and let me show you! She spread out her lean arms.
"But this is London. London's different from Ireland, you know. You'll find things very diff'rent 'ere from wot they are in Ireland. I've 'eard a lot about Ireland. Mr. 'Inde ... 'e does go on about it. Anybody would think to 'ear 'im there wasn't any other plyce in the world!..." She changed the subject abruptly, speaking in a more hurried tone.
He inspected Amber shrewdly while the latter was asking his way to Honest George's, and in response jerked a white-gloved thumb down the wide thoroughfare. "You carn't miss it, sir s'ylors' boardin'-'ouse, all lit up and likely with a row on at the bar. Mind your eye, guv'nor. It ayn't a plyce you'd ought to visit on your lone." "Thanks; I've business there. I reckon to take care of myself."
His repertory was small: the chords of Home, Sweet Home fell under his fingers; and when he had played the symphony, he instinctively raised up his voice. "Be it never so 'umble, there's no plyce like 'ome," he sang. The last word was still upon his lips, when the instrument was snatched from him and dashed into the fire; and he turned with a cry to look into the furious countenance of Mac.
Tell us a bit more about them there fishin' boats wot you spoke uv. I'm that interested, I've been fair eaten up with curiosity. Yer didn't mean the master of this plyce goes and ships electrical fittin's and such-like out to Belgium in fishin' boats strite, eh?" "Yus." Jenkins nodded. "That's exactly what I do mean. Seems sort er funny, don't it?
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