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Updated: June 11, 2025
'I've written yer three letters durin' t' last week, and ye've nivver answered one o' 'em! 'I've come to answer i' person, he says. 'There's nobbut one answer I want, says I. 'Wheer's my money? 'Now then, be quiet a bit, he says. 'You shall have your money before the evening's over, he says. 'Or, if not, as soon as t' banks is open tomorrow mornin', he says.
'An' wheer's he to come through? says I. 'Learoyd, my man, he sings out, 'you're a pretty man av your inches an' a good comrade, but your head is made av duff. Isn't our friend Orth'ris a Taxidermist, an' a rale artist wid his nimble white fingers? An' what's a Taxidermist but a man who can thrate shkins?
'Theer's no call to be so uppish But if I tek a chance like that I expect to be paid for it. 'Two pound ud mek it wuth your while to do more than that. 'I'll dew it, said the wizard. 'Give us the money? 'Wheer's the stuff? 'Why, it ain't made yet. D'you think as I can percure a precious hessence like that all of a minute? 'Then mek it, an' I'll gie you the money.
"I promised Joe, faither." "Why, then you was right to go, though a fulish thing to promise en. Wheer's Tom to?" Tom came down a minute later. The swelling of his lips was lessened, but his ear had not returned to a normal size and his eye was black. "Fighting again?" Michael began, looking up from his saucer and fixing his eyes on his son. "Please, faither, I " "Doan't say naught.
"I did have him, but ye tore me aff," A pause again. "Where's yer gray dog?" This time the challenge was unmistakable. "I sent him after the Killer. Wheer's your Red Wull?" "At hame, as I tell't ye before." "Yo' mean yo' left him there?" M'Adam's fingers twitched. "He's where I left him." James Moore shrugged his shoulders. And the other began: "When did yer dog leave ye?"
Her heart's warm yet, an' the truth will find its plaace theer in the Lard's awn time; but you I doubt 'tedn' in you to change." "Never, till wrong be right." "You makes me sorry for 'e, Tregenza." "Weep for yourself, Thomas Chirgwin. You'm that contented, an' the contented sawl be allus farthest from God if you awnly knawed it. Wheer's your fear an' tremblin' too?
I've got no more hopes of turnin' the governor than I should have if I was to go and tell a hox to be a donkey. It's again his natur' to change, and nothing short of a merracle 'll alter him. But as for livin' at enmity with him wheer's the use o' that? He's all the feythers I've got, or am like to find at my time o' life, and I must just mek the best on him."
"To eat! no, sir," cried his father sternly. "What are you doing here?" "I lost myself, father, and went to sleep woke up in the darkness, and couldn't stir. Morning, Hicky!" "Wheer's my poont?" said the wheelwright. "Close round here somewhere," said Dick. "Go on and we shall find it. But where was the fire?"
"Tip us your fin, then, messm't," said the sailor, holding out his hand. "Give him your paw, Bruff," cried Mark; but the dog paid no heed, only continued to smell the visitor. "Wheer's the skipper?" said the sailor then, hoarsely. "You his boy?" "Yes," said Mark, gazing enviously at a man who was probably one of those about to sail with Captain Strong on his voyage to Singapore and China.
"If tha oppens it again while I'm weshin' me, I'll ma'e thy jaw rattle," he threatened from the midst of his soap-suds. Paul and the mother frowned to hear him. Presently he came running out of the scullery, with the soapy water dripping from him, dithering with cold. "Oh, my sirs!" he said. "Wheer's my towel?"
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