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You tell us you heard that revolver-shot when your master fired it from his bedroom. Where are your quarters?" "On the other side of the 'ouse, sir," returned Borkins, flushing a trifle. "But I was up in me dressing gown, as I'd some'ow thought that something was amiss. I'd 'eard the quarrel that 'ad taken place between Sir Nigel and poor Mr.
Fallows, picking up a twin from the doorway to allow Iola and Dick to pass into the inner room. "Ther' now," she continued to Margaret, who was moving about putting things to rights, "don't yeh go tirin' of yerself. I know things is in a muss. Some'ow by Saturday night things piles up terr'ble, an' I'm that tired I don't seem to 'ave no 'eart to straighten 'em up. Jest look at that 'ouse!
If the other one comes and won't go away tell 'er I've gone to the Pagoda Music-'all and you'll take 'er to me, keep 'er out all the evening some'ow, if you can, if she comes back too soon keep 'er in the office. "'And wot about leaving the wharf and my dooty? I ses, staring. "'I'll put Joe on to keep watch for you, he ses, pressing the money in my 'and.
At lengthy intervals no sign of the grey figures anywhere met the eye, but the inevitable order to retreat was obeyed grumbling, cursing. "Wot the 'ell are we goin' back again for? There ain't any sign of Jerry." "No, but 'e 'as got through too far to the south." "Yes an' we're moving back north-west now." "Why?" "Dunno. 'E's got round some'ow to the south." An hour or undisturbed quiet.
"You ain't a goin' to Amerikey, sir, is you?" he asked me just before my departure, meeting me in the street. "Yes, I am, Shuffler," I replied, "and pretty soon, too!" "Lor! Mister Lorton; but I'm right loth to 'ear it! I've got a brother myself over in Amerikey; s'pose now, sir, I was to give you a letter to 'im? It might, you know, some'ow or hother, be o' service, hay?"
I know she's dead an' can't do me no 'arm ... not that she'd want to do me any 'arm ... I will say that for 'er ... but some'ow I'm afraid all the same, sir. I can't 'elp it!" "I want to get a book out of my room," Henry interjected, "so I'll go upstairs with her!" "Oh, thank you, sir," said Magnolia gratefully.
The poor thing, it wriggled and snapped, an' I was terrified it'd bite me, an' some'ow it got away." Again our friend paused, and this time we dared not look at him. "The next hospitality it was shown," he went on presently, "was by a farmer, who, seeing it all bloody, drove it off, thinking it had been digging up a lamb that he'd just buried.
He didn't say anything to me, jest stood behind me and stared, but Jane tole me afterwards when he went indoors, 'e says, 'That there jackanapes of yours, Jane' he always called me a jackanapes some'ow 'knows 'ow to put 'is back into it after all. Seemed quite impressed by it, 'e did." "How long was the box?" I asked, suddenly. "'Ow long?" said Mr. Brisher. "Yes in length?" "Oh! 'bout so-by-so."
Why do you all love me, hein? Une Mystere. Well, she was ver' old then, but she 'ave ze good 'ealth and ze thick skin of ze rhinoceros. And some'ow no one 'ave ze 'eart to tell 'er. It become a sort of joke 'ow long she keep going ze Boulevards make bets about it. But for me it is no joke.
'Thet's true, she ain't been wot yer might call a good mother ter me but some'ow she's my mother, an' I don't like ter leave 'er on 'er own, now she's so old an' she can't do much with the rheumatics. An' besides, Jim dear, it ain't only mother, but there's yer own kids, yer can't leave them.
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