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"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.
An' besides, my missus can't come if she wanted, she's got the kids ter look after. 'I should like ter see it, said Liza meditatively. They had reached her house, and Jim said: 'Well, come aht this evenin' and tell me if yer will eh, Liza? 'Na, I'm not comin' aht this evening. 'Thet won't 'urt yer. I shall wite for yer. ''Tain't a bit of good your witing', 'cause I shan't come.
To my surprise for he was so cheerful that I thought he had only a scratch I found that his ankle was badly smashed, and that part of his boot and sock had been driven right into the wound. "Yes, it did 'urt a bit when I tried to walk," he said, as I expressed surprise. "That's jest the best part of it. I don't care if it 'urts like 'ell, for it's sure to mean 'Blighty' and comfort for me."
Three Norns, Urt, Urgand, and Skuld, dwelt beneath it, so that it comprehended time past, present, and future. The gods held their councils beneath it. By one of its stems murmured the Fountain of Mimir, in Niflheim or Mistland, from whose urn welled up the ocean and the rivers of the earth. Odin had his outlook in its top, where kept watch and ward the All-seeing Eye.
"Yah!" shrieked Mother Guttersnipe, snapping her fingers at him. "What do I care about yer quod? Ain't I bin in Pentrig', an' it ain't 'urt me, it ain't? I'm as lively as a gal, I am." And the old fury, to prove the truth of her words, danced a kind of war dance in front of Mr. Calton, snapping her fingers and yelling out curses, as an accompaniment to her ballet.
He was bitterly angry because she had forced this farce upon him. He felt that she was laughing all over. The pretty pinkness of her open mouth nauseated him. He thought of all the men who had kissed her, and had been ruined by her as though by the touch of a deadly plague. He pressed her tongue down with a deliberate roughness. "You 'urt," she muttered. But her eyes were still amused.
The watch below were all asleep, and not one of them knew what had happened. All at once, Plummer, whose wheel it was, stepped over the starboard washboard, into the fo'cas'le. "What's up, anyway?" he asked. "Is Williams much 'urt?" "Sh!" I said. "You'll wake the others. Who's taken your wheel?" "Tammy ther Second sent 'im. 'e said I could go forrard an' 'ave er smoke.
"So I not go crazy wit' t'inking about it." Garth was glad he had told her. Rina stood studying him with her strange and secret air. "You love her ver' moch," she said suddenly, pointing to Natalie. Garth bent over the sleeping figure in a way that answered her better than words. "I t'ink she love you too," said Rina gravely. "When I 'urt her, she try not to cry because it 'urt you so bad."
"'Ush, Jinnie, 'ush!" put in the nurse. "Don't yer tell tiles on 'Arry. 'E didn't mean ter 'urt yer doll. 'Twas a haxident." "No, 'twasn't a haxident," said Jennie. "'E done it a-purpice." "Well, wot if hi did?" retorted Harry. "Didn't yer pull the tile off me rockin'-'orse?" "Well, never mind," said Bradley, seeing how strained things were getting. "Don't quarrel about it now.
He handed his ticket mechanically to the station-master, who continued to repeat and endorse his anecdote at the top of his voice as Mr. Britling disposed himself and his guest in the automobile. "You know you 'aven't 'urt that mud-guard, sir, not the slightest bit that matters," shouted the station-master. "I've been a looking at it er. It's my fence that's suffered most.
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