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Updated: May 13, 2025
A very small cab-boy, vice Stoopid retired, swung on behind Foker's vehicle; knock-kneed and in the tightest leather breeches. Foker looked at the dusty coach, and the smoking horses of the 'Alacrity' by which he had made journeys in former times. "What, Foker!" cried out Pendennis "Hullo!
"Hold your stoopid tongue, Mary," he said to his partner. "It's an old friend and crony at home. I beg pardon, Pendennis; wasn't aware it was you, old boy" Mr.
Sure he won't bite, sir?" "Certain," cried Mark. "It's all right: do you hear, stoopid? Ah! would you bite? You do, and I'll chuck yer overboard. Now, then." In spite of the monkey's struggles he forced one hand to within reach of the dog's head, and pressed it down till he could pat it with the thin black fingers.
"If she takes it ill, looks cross, and 'alf inclined to use strong language, I makes a 'umble apology, an' gets undone as fast as possible, but if she larfs, and says, `Stoopid boy; w'y don't you look before you? or suthin o' that sort, I just 'ooks on another tag to another button w'en we're a fumblin' at the first one, and so goes on till we get to be quite sociable over it I might almost say confidential.
"Wot d'ye call wot he's got on 'um, anyway?" The speaker was a male, naturally. "W'y, you big stoopid, can't you see he's wearin' rompers?" The answer came in a giggle, from a gay youthful creature of the opposite sex as she kicked out roguishly. "Well, then be chee, w'y don't he romp a little?" "Give 'um time, cancher? Don't you see he's blowin' out his flues? He's busy now.
Descending to the street, and pondering in silent wonder on the vast literary correspondence of the kingdom, he strode rapidly onward, his long legs enabling him to pass ahead of the stream of life that flowed with him, and causing him to jostle not a few members of the stream that opposed him. "Hallo, sir!" "Look out!" "Mind your eye, stoopid!"
You leave your lads down at the bottom, and come up with Dummy to fetch the arms; and mind this: I want to show up well before the Darleys. You'll pick fine trusty lads who can fight?" "You leave that to me, Master Mark," said the old miner. "I'm proud of our family as you are. They shan't have eight fellows as can equal us, 'cepting me and that stoopid boy."
'Well, you see, began the Curate, with heightening colour, 'it can't be denied that your sister has grown up, and that things are changed. 'Mrs. Froggatt did ask me if you were going on here, said Felix, still unconvinced; 'but can't we leave people to be stoopid without interfering with us? 'Felix, you ought to be a better protector to your sisters.
The feather bed and bolsters swelled up all round Mr. Foker, so that you could hardly see his little sallow face and red silk nightcap. "Hullo!" said Pen. "Who goes there? brother, quickly tell!" sang out the voice from the bed. "What! Pendennis again? Is your Mamma acquainted with your absence? Did you sup with us last night? No stop who supped with us last night, Stoopid?"
"I know'd how it would be, and I was a stoopid to bring such a chap as you," continued Bob, who seemed happiest when he was scolding. "You've lost the boat, and we shall have to go back."
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