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"Look!" said the anæmic woman: "there's yer father." "Which?" said the little girl. "'Im wiv his nose coloured red," said the anæmic woman. The little girl began to cry, and Elizabeth could have cried too. "Ain't 'e kickin' 'is legs! just!" said the anæmic woman in blue, trying to make things bright again. "Looky now!"
"Massa Humf'y Bold ridin' jest as far as Missus Cludde's at Penolver," said my guide, coming at this moment into the room with a plate of jams and part of a fowl. "Massa Bold a king's officer, and don't want do no talk wiv common man. Me do talk for massa." I laughed at the negro's officiousness, which the man did not appear to resent.
"B'essings!" she said, "b'essings on 'e dear heart an' e' 'ittie body, wiv 'e 'ittie youn' nose, an' 'e ittie b'u' eyes, an' 'e ittie youn' cheeks, an' e' ittie youn' evysing, an' nobody s'all bozzer her at all, not 'e 'east ittie bit, 'tause s'e was a sweet ittie fwing, and Billy, wiz him big fist an' him date big arm, Billy dust take 'e b'ack mans an' all 'e uzzer mans wot bozzer zis ittie soul an' 'e frow 'em yite in 'e Norf Yiver, yite in, not carin' 'tall bout 'e ice, but dus' frow 'em in an' yet 'em det out e' bes' way zay tan.
Travellin' in furrin parts was you!" this in admiration from the barmaid. " and we ain't seein' oursel's turning inter land-lubbers in no sich spot as that. Pal told us there was a 'arbour down 'ere abahts, wiv a factory wot a sailorman might git work at an' still 'old 'is self-respec'. So we walked 'ere." "Wot energy!"
I ain't a-goain' ter say as I kin fling wun o' them 'ere bloomin' 'arpoones like ar bowt-steerers kin; but I kin do my bit o' grawft wiv enny on 'em don'tchu make no bloomin' herror."
"Are you the General's orderly, then?" asked Stafford quizzically. "The orderly's gone w'ere 'e thought 'e'd find you, and I've come w'ere I know'd you'd be, sir." "Where did he think he'd find me?" "Wiv the 'osses, sir." A look of gratification crossed Stafford's face. He was well known in the army as one who looked after his horses and his men.
Th' O.C. an' Kilbride was round jes' now. You didn't see 'em, eh?" "No," answered Redmond listlessly. And thereupon he relapsed into moody silence. "Wy, wot's up?" enquired Hardy presently, scanning the other's downcast countenance. "Wot's th' matter wiv you, son? . . . you don't look 'appy! . . ." "You bet I'm not, either!" burst out George suddenly.
Spicture, and when she comes she'll say I was Mrs. Spicture. She'll set in her chair wiv scushions, and say I was Mrs. Spicture." The two listeners without did not wait to hear Dave's indignant rejoinder. They could not bear the tranquil ignorance of the children, and their unconsciousness of the black cloud closing in on them.
For some few seconds he ceased polishing his glossy, mahogany-shaded "Sam Browne" belt, and, chin in hand, stared unseeingly straight in front of him. His audience waited. "Arterwards!" he cleared his throat, "arterwards w'en we'd filled in 'e made us put th' trimmin's on line 'em out 'ead an' foot wiv big bowlders.
"Would a nice, English mutton chop wiv tomatoes " "Excellent; and thank you, Mrs. Trapes, for sheltering a homeless wretch." So saying, her new boarder smiled and nodded and, following Spike out into the hallway, was gone. But Mrs. Trapes stood awhile to stare after him, lost in speculation. "A toothbrush!" said she. "My! My!" Then she turned to stare down at the pile of bills.
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