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Not that I blame him for having one arm, and a brave man he is to have lost it, but that he might have said something about the things I got up at a quarter to five every morning to make up for him. For cook is no more than a smoke-jack, Mr. Swipes; if she keeps the joint turning, that's as much as she can do." "And a little too fond of good beer, I'm afeard," replied Mr.
Not one of my tenants would be such a fool as to go there, even if I allowed him. I make great allowances for you, Swipes, because of your obstinate nature. But don't let me hear of that Club any more, or YOU may go and cultivate for the public good." "Your lordship knows that I goes there for nothing except to keep up my burial.
Swipes, having emptied his pot. "Men's heads was made for it, but not women's, till they come to superior stations in life. But, oh, Mrs. Cloam, what a life we lead with the crotchets of they gentry!" "It isn't that so much, Mr. Swipes, if only there was any way of giving satisfaction. I wish everybody who is born to it to have the very best of everything, likewise all who have fought up to it.
Allow me the royal and unapparelled honour of showing your ladyship to her carriage; and if I ever catch her in here again, I'll pitch you down the court-yard pretty quick. Be off, you dirty baggage, or I won't answer for it now!" "Oh, you are too kind, Mr. Swipes; I am sure you are too gentle, to forgive me, like of that!
It has been said that he habitually drank "swipes," a thin cheap ale, because that was the drink of his gypsy friends; but Borrow's friendship certainly did not often involve him in anything so distasteful. Borrow was not a great correspondent, and he left behind him very few letters from distinguished men of his time.
Mary knew that this was done by Mr. Swipes himself, because he had brought her some in that condition; but the unsuspicious master had accepted his assurance that "they was only fit for pigs as soon as the break-stalk blight come on 'em"; and then the next day he had bought the very same, perhaps at ninepence apiece, from Mr. Cheeseman's window, trimmed and shorn close, like the head of a monk.
Swipes, the gay Liber of the genial hour, retired from the chair, and his place was taken by a Liberal though the name was not yet invented estranged from his own godfather. This was a hard man, who made salt herrings, and longed to cure everything fresh in the world.
"You'll get your moustache all mussed up if you don't." The boy withdrew his face, and, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, regarded the offender closely. "So long as it don't turn it red I don't mind," he said patiently, "and I don't think as 'ow your swipes would hurt anythin'."
I asked him and he says to me, 'Willyum, you know what our old friend Bill Shakespeare says. And I says, 'What? 'Well, he says, 'Bill has a few lines to say it don't matter much who swipes me purse, it's what hits me heart that counts." "Um well, that may be Tommy's version of it: Shakespeare's was somewhat different." There the conversation dropped.
"Talk 'bout luck!" said he, morosely. "You know 'at flat-foot Swede whut swipes faw Mist' O'Conneh? Hungry Hanson, 'ey calls him. Well, he goes crazy 'ith 'e heat an' flang 'em bones jus' like he's got 'em ejicated. Done tossed out nine straight licks, boss. Seems to me 'at's mo' luck 'an a Swede ought to have!" "Mose," said Old Man Curry suddenly, "Job was no hossman."
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