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He accumulated wrath for a moment or so, then seized the plate in one hand, and the biscuits in another, and went in search of the Prince, breathing vile words anent "grub" and his intimate interior. He approached without saluting. "'Ere!" he said fiercely. "Whad the devil's this?" An entirely unsatisfactory altercation followed.
Presently an eruption of men poured into the room. At the head of them was Gopher Jones. Near the rear Wally Selfridge lingered modestly. He was not looking for hazardous adventure. "Whad you doing here?" demanded Gopher, bristling up to Elliot. The young man watched a smoke wreath float ceilingward before he turned his mild gaze on the chief of police. "I'm smoking."
The centuries had seen to that. She was craven and she was superb in her heritage. "I always say, thank God for whad I am, but it doan' matter to me whad anybody else is, just so she is that with the best she has in her." "Exactly. There there is something I ought to say to you, Mrs. Neugass.
The swart man became pensive, spat impressively on the platform, and resumed his theme. "Whad I was going to say was this," he said; was gravelled, and shook his head at his foot. Denton became curious. "Go on," he said, attentive. The swart man took the plunge. He grasped Denton's arm, became intimate in his attitude. "'Scuse me," he said. "Fact is, you done know 'ow to scrap. Done know 'ow to.
It measured about five inches long by four inches broad, and was about a quarter of an inch thick. "There, Sir Reginald," he exclaimed, offering the plate to the baronet, "dell me whad you think of thad." "Very pretty indeed," commented Sir Reginald, as he held out his hand to take it. "What is it? Silver? Phew! No; it can't be that," as his fingers closed upon it; "it is far too light for silver.
As Hall stood there he heard his wife's voice coming out of the depth of the cellar, with that rapid telescoping of the syllables and interrogative cocking up of the final words to a high note, by which the West Sussex villager is wont to indicate a brisk impatience. "George! You gart whad a wand?" At that he turned and hurried down to her.
Late the next afternoon he struck the dust of the drag in the ground swells of a more broken country. The drag-driver directed Goodheart to the left point. He found there two men, One of them Dad Wrayburn he knew. The other was a man of sandy complexion, hard-faced, and fishy of eye. "Whad you want?" the second demanded. "I want to see Webb." "Can't see him. He ain't here." "Where is he?"
Whad d'yer think of that?" or again, the first whispering of love, dainty and witty and tender, to the girl he served a few days ago with sateen, or a gallant rescue of generalised beauty in distress from truculent insult or ravening dog. So many people do this and you never suspect it.
"Ah, gee whad he give her that for?" muttered Sammy Berwick. But Mrs. Dustin, after looking once into Peter's tortured eyes, stood up and laughed. "Well, children," she confessed, "I've never tasted beer in my life, but it's your party and I invited myself so it would be rude to refuse." And with that she picked up her glass. "Well," laughed Joe, "this is my first drink too.
"I'll tell you, Pat," said "Smiling Mike," as they eventually made the door through throngs of jeering citizens; "it does look a little rough. Whad ye think?" "To hell with them!" replied Kerrigan, angry, waspish, determined. "They don't run me or my ward. I'll vote as I damn please." "Same here," replied Tiernan, with a great show of courage. "That goes for me. But it's putty warm, anyhow, eh?"
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