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Updated: June 22, 2025


'Shall we walk to my lodgings? 'I thought you might like to walk me over the show. But pr'aps you're in a 'urry? 'No, no. But there's nothing particular to see. I think the lecture-rooms are closed by now. 'Oo's the gent as stands there? the figger, I mean. 'Sir Job Whitelaw, founder of the College. 'Job, eh? And was you a-goin' 'ome to yer tea, Godwin? 'Yes.

"Don't you 'urry me, sir, if you please. I'm a coming to it now, and I think before I've done you'll say, sir, as I've got it. 'And now, says Sacovitch, 'it's all ready, ain't it. The baroness was standing there close by the table. There was decanters on the table, and a lot of soda-water bottles.

Right? Right O." The knives and forks, probably by some secret common agreement, clash and clatter together and drown every other sound. "Nobody 'ad the least idea 'ow 'E died, nobody.... Willie, don't golp so. You ain't in a 'urry, are you? You don't want to ketch a train or anything, golping like that!" "D'you remember, Grace, 'ow one day we 'ad writing lesson...."

"'Ave yer b'ynet fixed?" he asked, by way of answer. "Bayonet fixed?" "Yes," said he, "'urry up! We're late." "Late?" I repeated. "For Gawd's syke," he exclaimed, "don't yer know as 'ow we are goin' hout? Goin' over to the German trenches goin' hout!" Scene from the Photo-Play I gulped. "Going to make a charge?" "No ... goin' HOUT ... listenin'-post."

O'Neal slays a standard-bearer, and thus restores to his company the right to bear a flag, a right they lost at Hopton Heath; Legge is taken prisoner and escapes; Urry proves himself no coward, though a renegade, and is trusted to bear to Oxford the news of the victory, being raised to knighthood in return. For a victory of course it is.

I'll be yer pal for to-night. You've been a pal to me before now. We're temp'ary pals right enough, there' ain't no permanent kind. You won't find no shivers straying around in the ole Cross'n Beetle. Let's 'urry, an' get drunk, and keep 'and in 'and all the time. That's wot pals oughter do." Jay suddenly saw the whole world as a thing running away from its thoughts.

If I 'ad any money in my pocket I'd 'ave a bite while you're gone. "'Why not get something? ses Uncle Dick, putting his 'and in his pocket, in a great 'urry to please him, and pulling out some silver. "'Arry said 'e would, and then he stood on one side to let 'im pass, and even put the knobby stick under 'im to help 'im up the companion-ladder.

"Don't be in a 'urry, Tom," cried a corporal, removing his pith helmet in order to run his fingers through his hair; "it's a 'eavenly state o' things now to what it was a few years ago, w'en we an' our poor wives 'ad to sit 'ere for hours in the heat or cold, wet or dry, without shelter, or a morsel to eat, or a drop to drink, till we got away up town to the grog-shops."

"This" was the hard, cold, polished business-end of a condemned Martini poked violently out of the blackness into the Slabbertian thorax. "Not in such a 'urry by 'arf, you perishin' Dopper," spluttered the ghastly little man in bandoliers behind the weapon. "Put up them dirty big 'ands o' yours, or, by Cripps! I'll let 'er off, you sneakin', match-talkin' spy!"

"Come off it," ordered the Mayor irritably. "What about gettin' out of this and " "Don't you think this is becoming rather a tiresome scene?" said the witch. "Somehow over luscious, don't you think? I wish those apple dumplings would hurry up." "'Ere, miss," said the Mayor ungraciously to a passing whirlwind. "'Urry them dumplings."

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