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'Of course she must cry, thought Noel; 'cry and cry till it feels better. And she stroked the shoulder of the little woman, whose emotion was disengaging the scent of old clothes. "The father of my baby was killed in France, too," she said at last. The little sad grey eyes looked curiously round. "Was 'e? 'Ave you got your baby still?" "Yes, oh, yes!" "I'm glad of that. It 'urts so bad, it does.
"And throw a poor girl out of work to step into her shoes." "Nuthin' of the sort, as I told yer. She's been threatenin' fer months to git married, but it 'urts 'er to give up a good billet an' live on three pounds a week. Yer'd do the bloke a kindness, if yer made me give 'er the sack." "It's no use. My mother wouldn't listen to it. For years she's half starved herself to keep me out of a shop.
"I 'ave to you, I know that," said Dickie, settling his crutch firmly and putting his hand into Mr. Beale's. Mr. Beale looked down at the touch. "Swelp me!" he said helplessly. Then, "Does it hurt you walking?" "Not like it did 'fore I went to the orspittle. They said I'd be able to walk to rights if I wore that there beastly boot. But that 'urts worsen anythink." "Well," said Mr.
'Is toes 'as nothin' to do with it. 'W'at then? asks father quite polite. 'It's the feelin' of 'is toes 'e's feelin'. ''Ow can 'e 'ave any feelin' of 'is toes if 'e hain't got no toes? 'Well, sez the doctor, ''is feelin's hain't in 'is toes at all. 'Well, that's w'ere mine is, sez father. 'W'en I 'urts my toes it's in my toes I feel 'em.
"Why no, sir. And it were only 'is whip-arm. 'Urts a bit o' course, but 'e managed to write you a letter, 'e did; an' 'ere it is." So Barnabas took the letter, and holding it in the moonlight where Cleone could see it, they, together, made out these words: MY DEAR BEV, There is durty work afoot.
W'en I 'urts my 'and, it's my 'and. 'My dear sir, sez the doctor calm-like, 'it hain't in yer 'and, nor yet in yer toes, but in yer brain, in yer mind, yeh feel the pain. 'P'raps, sez Ben quite short again. My! 'e WAS short!
Your uneducated masses speak English, you will not deny that; our uneducated masses speak American it won't be fair for you to deny that, for you can see, yourself, that when your stable-boy says, 'It isn't the 'unting that 'urts the 'orse, but the 'ammer, 'ammer, 'ammer on the 'ard 'ighway, and our stable-boy makes the same remark without suffocating a single h, these two people are manifestly talking two different languages.
It 'urts me to tell you, sir, but you'll understand. Dooty is dooty." "Yes, doubtless, Bennett, though some people's idea of it is different from others'," returned Merriton, with a bleak smile. "Have no fear, 'Toinette. There is still plenty of time, and I shall engage the finest counsel in the land to stand for me.
Hit 'urts to think 'E's hashamed o' me. Oi'd like t'a done better oi would. 'Ashamed of you, Billy! said Craig, in a voice that broke. 'Not He. 'An' ye hall 'elped me so! he went on. 'Oi wish oi'd 'a done better oi do, and his eyes sought Geordie, and then rested on Mrs. Mavor, who smiled back at him with a world of love in her eyes.
Like mutilated fingers they points up through the night. The blighters what relieves us we'll treat 'em fair an' kind, They're welcome to the soveneers what we 'ave left be'ind. Good-bye, Wipers! though I 'opes it is for good, It 'urts me for to leave yer I little thought it would."
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