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"No," he replied gruffly. "I 'urt myself." The passer-by turned and pursued his way to the village. The tinker lit his lamps and followed. He was a retiring sort of tinker, and employed no flamboyant methods to advertise his wares. He jingled through the village without attracting any customers or apparently desiring to attract any and followed the sandy coast road for some miles.

This 'ere cove is my own prisoner and 'e's been giving me no end of trouble, tried to pinch my gun, sir, 'e did, so I 'it 'im on 'is head, but 'e ain't 'urt, sir, not a bit, are yer, Fritz? Come on." And Fritz, thinking discretion the better part of valour, got up, and Tommy strutted off with his big charge as happy as a peacock.

I have come to like the place and do most of my writing there, catching snatches of conversation and reminiscence as they float across to me. "I wasn't meanin' to 'urt ole Ginger Nobby nohow, but the muck I throwed took 'im dead on the jor. 'Wot's yer gime? 'e 'ollers at me. 'Wot's my gime? I says back to 'im. 'Nuffin', if ye want ter know! I says. 'I was just shyin' at squidges."

"Bill's going to speak fust," whispers the cook. The lodger and Emily 'ad gone inside, and Joseph stood there, fidgeting, while the cabman asked Bill, as a friend, why he 'adn't paid twopence more for his face, and Bill was wasting his time trying to think of something to say to 'urt the cabman's feelings.

He was a-kneeling on the ground with 'is 'ead on one side looking at the toad; and by and by he pulled out 'is pocket'an'kercher and put the toad in it, as if it was made of egg-shells, and walked away. "'Wot's the matter with it? ses Mr. Bunnett, a'most trotting to keep up with 'im. "'Got it's leg 'urt in some way, pore thing, ses Bob.

When I got out 'ere, an' took my fust place at Cape Town, an' 'eard the Missis and the Master continual sayin', 'Don't do this or that, it ain't Englishwomen's work; leave it to the Caffy, or 'Call the 'Ottintot gal, I felt quite 'urt for 'em. Upon me natural, I did! But when I knoo these blackies a bit better, I didn't make no more bones.

If I don't 'urt 'em, I don't git no feelin' of toes. 'Ow are yeh goin' to start that ther' toe feelin' 'thout no toes to start it? 'Yeh don't need no toes to start it, sez the doctor, 'it's the old feelin' of toes a-keepin' up. 'Ther' hain't no 'Look 'ere, sez 'e, 'I tell yeh it hain't toes, it's the nerves of the toes reachin' up to the brain. Don't yeh see?

He moved his foot among the soft, strong little things that were uttering baby-growls and biting at his broken boot with their little white teeth. "Do," said Dickie bitterly, "lay me out if you want to. I don't care." "Now, now, matey" Beale's tone changed suddenly to affectionate remonstrance "I was only kiddin'. Don't take it like that. You know I wouldn't 'urt a 'air of yer 'ed, so I wouldn't."

"Was beginning to be afraid as you'd tumbled over yerself in your 'urry and 'urt yerself." Mr. Clodd, perceiving Mrs. Postwhistle, decided to abandon method and take No. 7 first. Mr. Clodd was a short, thick-set, bullet-headed young man, with ways that were bustling, and eyes that, though kind, suggested trickiness. "Ah!" said Mr.

He was a-kneeling on the ground with 'is 'ead on one side looking at the toad; and by and by he pulled out 'is pocket'an'kercher and put the toad in it, as if it was made of egg-shells, and walked away. "'Wot's the matter with it? ses Mr. Bunnett, a'most trotting to keep up with 'im. "'Got it's leg 'urt in some way, pore thing, ses Bob.

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