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It was all clear at last: they were criminals dressed up as women, to kidnap me! To kidnap the Vicar of Chuntsey, in Essex. But why? Was it to be Nonconformists? "The brute leaning against the door called out carelessly, ''Urry up, 'Arry. Show the old bloke what the game is, and let's get off. "'Curse 'is eyes, said Miss Brett I mean the man with the revolver 'why should we show 'im the game?
Raffles stood on the door-step, and in the hall beyond Mr Armstrong could see the doctor standing. As he stepped out, the page touched him on the arm. "No 'urry," whispered he; "all over!" Whereupon the tutor quietly crept away to the seclusion of his own room. The household of Maxfield, worn-out by the excitement of the night, slept, or rather lay in bed, till hard on midday.
"But, crikey, sir!" said Joe, "five dollars every time I " "Yus, yus, you bloomin' hadjective two dollars fifty for each of us! 'Urry up, oh, 'urry up afore 'e changes 'is mind an' begins to 'edge."
I am in a 'urry, moi, and I know I can do better than she did ever I 'ave something 'ere 'ere that she never 'ave.
A few hours bring darkness; they move on eastward through the lanes, avoiding, when possible, the Roman highways; they are sometimes fired upon by a picket, but make no return, for they are hurrying past the main quarters of the enemy. In the silence of the summer night, they stealthily ride miles and miles through a hostile country, the renegade Urry guiding them.
"What's the child a-sayin' of, Mo?" said Aunt M'riar. "Easy a bit, old Urry Scurry!" said Uncle Mo, drawing on his imagination for an epithet.
"I 'ave 'eard it's a matter o' thirty pounds or thereabouts." Mr. Nathan Smith rose, and his eyes were almost expressive. He nodded good-night to the ladies and crossed to the door. Mrs. Kybird suddenly seized him by the coat and held him. "Don't be in a 'urry, Nat," she pleaded. "We ain't all as clever as you are." "Talk about looking a gift-'orse in the mouth " began the indignant Mr. Smith.
Turning into Chancery Lane, and crossing over to Holborn, Abel Bones continued his way to Newgate, where, appropriately enough, he stopped and gazed grimly up at the massive walls. "Don't be in a 'urry," said a very small boy, with dirt and daring in equal proportions on his face, "it'll wait for you."
"M'y Kwismus!" piped Shaver. The Hopper decided to run the machine home and there ponder the disposition of his blithe companion with the care the unusual circumstances demanded. "'Urry up; me's goin' 'ome to me's gwanpa's kwismus t'ee!" "Right ye be, little un; right ye be!" affirmed The Hopper. The youngster was evidently blessed with a sanguine and confiding nature.
"Eet ees not need to 'urry, m'sieu'," they assured me; "dat 'ouse to Patrique Moullarque ees hall burn' seence t'ree hour. Not'ing lef' bot de hash." As soon as possible, however, I piled up the stuff, covered it with one of the tents, and leaving it in charge of the steadiest of the boys, took the road to the village and the site of the Maison Mullarkey.
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