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"Oh, Bill!" ses the woman, sobbing louder than ever. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" "'Ow does she know your name, then?" ses the little beast of a potman. I didn't answer him. I might have told 'im that there's about five million Bills in England, but I didn't. I stood there with my arms folded acrost my chest, and looked at him, superior. "Where 'ave you been all this long, long time?" she ses, between her sobs.
"Las' year, hit war hall the cry, 'Ole hon t' we gits a holt o' Cunnigarn's mongreals! 'Ole hon t' we gits a holt o' Thompson's mongreals! 'We'll make hit 'ot f'r 'em! Han wot war the hupshot? 'Stiddy! ses Hi 'w'e 's y' proofs? 'Proof be dam! ses they 'don't we know? They know a 'ell of a lot! "Han what were the hupshot?
"No, no; cert'inly not," ses Joseph, patting 'im on the shoulder; "but couldn't you do it just for once? 'Ave a dream that me and Emily are killed a few days arter the wedding. Don't say in wot way, 'cos she might think we could avoid it; just dream we are killed.
"En étudiant ainsi le développement total de l'intelligence humaine dans ses diverses sphères d'activité, depuis son premier essor le plus simple jusqu'
"It's a box that looks as though it might 'ave been made in Australey," ses Henery Walker, who was longing to talk about them parts. "If you say another word about Australey to me," ses old Mr. Walker, firing up, "off I go. Mind that! You're arter my money, and if you're not careful you sha'n't 'ave a farthing of it."
And I went upstairs, ma'am, not imaginin' nothin' neither, and tapped at 'is door, and 'e didn't answer, so I opens it softly, and ses: ''Ow are you this mornin', sir? I ses, quite softly like, in a whisper, for fear of wakin' 'im if 'e should be asleep. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I needn't 'a' bin so careful!
Ses dernieres annees s'ecoulerent ainsi entre cette residence et la maison bien connue de Rutland Gate, ou sa table hospitaliere etait toujours ouverte a ses amis de France ou d'ailleurs. C'est a Foxholes que la mort est venue le chercher. 'Je n'ai pas la preention de prononcer devant vous l'eloge d'Henry Reeve; la competence me manque comme la preparation.
"I ain't the fainting sort." "I 'ope it's nothing unpleasant," ses George Hat-chard, pouring 'im out a glass of whisky. "Quite the opposite," ses Bill. "It's the best news she's 'eard for fifteen years." "Are you going to tell me wot you want, or ain't you?" ses Mrs. Pearce. "I'm coming to it," ses Bill.
The tears stood in 'is eyes a'most, and at last 'e said that if 'e thought there was going to be any more fuss of that kind he'd wind up the club. "It's the best thing you can do," ses Sam Jones; "I'm not going to belong to it any longer, so I give you notice. If so be as I get shot I want the money for myself."
'e ses, an' 'e keeps on shouting' an' swearin' till at last I couldn't stand it no longer, 'cos you can guess I wasn't in a very good temper with 'im comin' along jist then w'en I thought I was goin' to get orf a bit early so w'en 'e kept on shoutin' I never made no answer to 'im, but ups with me fist an' I gives 'im a slosh in the dial an' stopped 'is clock!
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