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"'Yes, surely, I says, pretty spiteful 'dirty business and all. "He dropped the glass. "'What's that? says he, short-like. "So cardingly I told him all about it. "'That's my friend Fat George, says he between his teeth. "'I suppose it's news to you, I sneers. "He looks me in the eyes properly. "'This is the first I've heard of it, says he. 'Struth it is!
I shouldn't have expected you to put on such handsome flesh: 'struth I shouldn't. Her heart beat fiery hot, as he watched her with those bright agate eyes, fixedly. 'Been very handsome to you, for fifteen years, my sakes! she replied. He made no answer to this, but sat with his bright, quick eyes upon her. Then he rose. She started involuntarily.
Good reasons they was." The soldier grunted and, stooping, picked up his bundle. "I spoke of arf a sovereign just now," continued the boatswain, impressively, "and when I tell you that I offer it to you to do a bit o' burgling, you'll see 'ow necessary it is for me to be certain of your honesty." "Burgling?" gasped the astonished soldier. "Honesty? 'Struth; are you drunk or am I?"
"'Struth!" he cried in exasperation. "This is a free country, isn't it? If I need to shout it's none of your damn business. What in the name of all that's holy has it got to do with you? I saw my brother ahead, and was hailing him. Well?" Bill's eyes were fiercely alight. He and Fyles stood eye to eye for a moment. Then the latter's resentment seemed to suddenly die out. "Say, I'm sorry, Mr.
"Yer always bleed'n' well preachin' it's bad enough 'avin' Fritz over us without you bloody well rubbin' it in. If yer don't shut yer mouth, I'll come over an' shut it for yer, 'struth I will."
"Y' dunna want to be gawpin' around after pennies when there's guineas to be picked up," she replied, with a toss of her head. "Struth, I wish at times I wasna quite so pretty. There's some men, bless you, I know one myself, such fools that they think a pretty wench doesna want kissin'. But, sartin sure, there's never been the like of 'er ladyship in Newcastle in my time.
Make me acquainted with them, that we may Speak frankly, man to man, and heart to heart. MEYER. In the three Cantons, who, sir, knows not you? Meyer of Sarnen is my name; and this Is Struth of Winkelried, my sister's son. STAUFFACHER. No unknown name. A Winkelried it was Who slew the dragoon in the fen at Weiler, And lost his life in the encounter, too.
"You'll come to the other when you don't look for it neither," declared his friend in a voice of fatality. "You ain't the only fool in the world, mate, of course. But 'struth, I like this business better. You've got a good taste in your mouth in the morning 'ere." "Well, I'll meet you on 'Ampstead 'Eath when the war is over, son," challenged the Second.
Then there's the Conchies what 'as a easy time in clink if I see a Conchy in civvy life, I'll knock 'is bloody 'ead orf, struth I will. And the civvies gorblimy when I was 'ome on leave they kep' on arstin' me, 'Ain't yer wounded yet? an' 'When are yer goin' back? But d'yer think they care a damn Not they, you bet yer life on it!
If I tell you, you mun swear never to come and live at Undern. ''Struth I will! 'Well, then, just you come and see 'er some time when the master's away. And bring the chillun. 'Thank you kindly. 'Not till I say the word, though! I wunna risk it till he's off for the day. If he found me out, it'd be notice. Eh, missus, he's like a lad with his first white mouse! And the parson!
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