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"A rich woman," he repeated. "She's been stinting me for twenty-nine years and saving the money my money! money that I 'ave earned with the sweat of my brow. She 'as got over three 'undred pounds!" "'Ow much?" demanded Mr. Chase. "Three 'undred pounds and more," repeated the other; "and if she had 'ad the sense to put it in a bank it would ha' been over four 'undred by this time.
The latter upraised a broad, moist and sleepy countenance. "Polo at Ranelagh," he answered, in a voice thickened by dust and the laying of that dust by strong waters. "Club team plays 'Undred and First Lancers." The words had been to the inquirer pretty much as phrases from the liturgy of an unknown cult.
'Well, devil take your soul, you was right, Jacob, an' be damned to you! says 'e; 'you'll find a tenner in my coat pocket 'ere, you've won it, for I sha'n't last the day out, Jacob. An' 'e didn't either, for 'e died afore we got 'im 'ome, an' left me a 'undred pound in 'is will. Ah! gentlemen as is gents is all the same.
"I'VE just been drinking a man's health," said the night watchman, coming slowly on to the wharf and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand; "he's come in for a matter of three 'undred and twenty pounds, and he stood me arf a pint arf a pint!" He dragged a small empty towards him, and after planing the surface with his hand sat down and gazed scornfully across the river.
Having given me thus to understand that she had run dry, she at once went on: "Cap'en Jan Pearse made a dale of ventures. He's old now they du say nigh an 'undred. Ha-apgood can tell yu." "But the son, Mrs. Hopgood?" Her eyes twinkled with sudden shrewdness: She hugged herself placidly. "An' what would yu take for dinner to-day?
She panted and fought and choked, striving for speech. "Keep your hair on!" advised W. Keyse in a hoarse whisper. She turned on him like a tigress, her eyes flaming under her straightened fringe. "Keep yours! I've come to speak, and speak I mean to for the sake of the best man Gawd's made for a 'undred years. Bar one, you says, but bar none, says I, an' charnce it!
Why, you wouldn't get that for eight 'undred." "Well, I don't think much of it," ses Charlie; "if it's worse than that I can't look at it I can't, indeed." "You ain't been drinking, Charlie?" ses old Cook, in a puzzled voice. "Certainly not," ses Charlie.
It was in the year seventeen 'undred and eighty-seven that Lord Leonard Forth, eldest son of 'Is Grace the Dook of Lochlane, 'urled 'imself out of this window in order to avoid compromising the beautiful Countess of Marshmoreton, with oom 'e is related to 'ave 'ad a ninnocent romance.
"If he's told me once, he's told me a 'undred times that he won't 'ave no blossoms broke off that bush on no account An' there he is a-pickin' of it hisself! That's a kind of thing which do make me feel that men is a poor feeble-minded lot, it do reely now!"
Wasn't 'alf glad ter go, neither. "I done my bit of 'ell, Jim," 'e sez to me, an' looked that 'appy you'd a' thought as 'e was well agin. Shan't never forget 'is face, I shan't. An' I'd sooner be that bloke, for all 'is sufferin's, than I'd be old Fred 'ere, an' live to a 'undred. You'm right, matey.
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