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"It would puzzle me, rather, to tell that," returned Robin, "'specially talkin' down to the level of my own toes on the top of a 'bus; but I'll tell you what, Villum, if you'll come to Number 6 Grovelly Street, Shadwell Square, just back of Hoboy Crescent, w'ere my master lives, on Sunday next at seven in the evenin', you'll hear an' see somethin' as'll open your eyes."
"Not the De Brahmin Mandarin who was Honoré's manager?" "Yes. Honoré was n' able to kip 'im no long-er. Honoré is n' so rich lak befo'." "And Mandarin is really in charge here?" "Oh, yes. Profess-or Frowenfel' all de time at de ole corner, w'ere 'e continue to keep 'is private room and h-use de ole shop fo' ware'ouse. 'E h-only come yeh w'en Mandarin cann' git 'long widout 'im."
The roof of the shed in which they stood had been made unusually high in order to contain them. "Well, I s'pose the big 'ammer that Bob says is as 'eavy as five carts of coals must be 'ereabouts?" observed Mrs Marrot looking round. "Yes, there it is," said Will, pointing in front of him. "W'ere? I don't see no 'ammer."
"It would seem like that," was the response. "What are you going to do when you get back to England?" she inquired. "I thought I'd ask you that," he replied anxiously. "Couldn't I be a scene-shifter or somefink at the opery w'ere you sing?" "I'm going to sing again, am I?" she asked. "You'd have to be busy," he protested admiringly.
He hesitated, but she smiled at him and he succumbed, thinking to himself, she could see, that after all she knew nothing of what was going on in his mind. As he took his place beside her the cabman opened his trap-door and asked with the hoarseness of his kind: "W'ere to, sir?" Joyselle frowned. "To Piccadilly. I'll tell you when we get to where I wish to stop." Brigit suppressed a smile.
Een de wintaire, A'm so Godamn hot A'm lak for die. Non! A'm com' way from dere. A'm goin' Nort' an' git me nodder job w'ere A'm git som' wataire som'tam'. Mebbe so git too mooch col' in wintaire, but, voila! Better A'm lak I freeze l'il bit as burn oop!" The Texan laughed. "I don't blame you none. I never be'n down to Yuma but they tell me it's hell on wheels. Go ahead an' deal, Pedro."
I reckon 'e forgot or else th' toff there, 'e don't ricollick. Hi knows as 'e don't know w'ere 'tis we've come to. 'E tol' me hit 'ad slipped 'is mind." "Oh," said Anna, in distress. "'Ow's Mr. Vanderlyn to find, then?" "Oh, I do not know," said Anna in dismay. "Hi do," said M'riar, scrubbing furiously toward Anna till that dainty maiden fled before her and took refuge in the doorway.
Bill, me cobber, 'e comes an' tells me 'e was in Cairo wid me. I tells 'im 'e needn't tell me that. 'Anyhow, if yer was, I says, 'wy didn't yer stop 'em brandin' me? Nice feller you are to call yerself me cobber? "'Oh, he says, 'I did me best, but you wasn't havin' any. You threatens to hit me over the 'ead if I don't go stop shovin' me opinions in w'ere they wasn't wanted.
Hi thinks Hi'll die of it!" was the reply, accompanied by more choked sobs and many snuffles. "An' yer won't heven tell me w'ere yer hoff to!" "I don't know, exactly, where we're off to M'ri-arrr. Somewhere very far oh, very far!"
Because the workin' man knows that wot's a pound to 'im is twenty shillins to 'is wife, and she'll myke every penny in every one o' them shillins tell. She gets more fur 'im out of 'is wyges than wot 'e can. Some o' you know wot the 'omes is like w'ere the men don't let the women manage.
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