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Great big suge ones wiv great big suge shells. I put 'em in a tin for presents an' they've gotten out an' I've gotten no presents for nobody." He relapsed into despondency. William surveyed the hall. "They've got out right enough!" he said, sternly. "They've got out right enough. Jus' look at our hall! Jus' look at our clothes! They've got out right enough."
Cooked, yes, but not plucked or cleaned in the sense you mean. That's what they do in 'ouses. Out here we have a better way. We just wrap it up in clay and dig a 'ole and light a fire on top, and in a 'arf hour it's ready to eat, tender, juicy, and sweet as a bit of 'oneycomb. Break open the ball of clay, and the feathers all come away wiv it."
"Vere's a man coming one of ve Bad Men. I must stay wiv you. My faver says a man must ALWAYS look after a girl. Jack will go home, and ven vey'll come and look for us. Vat's why I let him go."
Well, you wait, my lad! There's a little taste of 'ell-sauce a-comin' your way wot'll make you sit up and bawl for yer muvver. He'd got on sailorin' togs, Mr. Cleek, an' a black 'at pulled down low over one eye. Mate wiv 'im looked like a real bad 'un. Gold rings in 'is ears 'e'd got like a bloomin' lydy, an' a blue sweater, and sailor's breeches.
"Do you know if Lanky Lane ever had visitors here I mean visitors not of his own class?" "I never 'eard of none. Lanky wasn't the sort o' chap to trouble about callers. He used to spend 'is nights in the Three Nuns wiv us; but he'd sit 'ours over two o' gin. 'E saved 'is money, 'e did." "But look here," exclaimed Ambler, seriously.
The butler whirled round and fixed him with a stare of haughty indignation. "Here, you keep your fingers off your betters!" he retorted angrily, for Cleek had dug a friendly elbow into his ribs. "Oh, orl right! No offence meant! Thought perhaps you wuz the boss, by the look of yer. But doubtless you ain't nuffink ter do wiv the factory at all. Private gent, I take it."
The child shook her head confidently. "Me 'll go too, Don." "I'm afraid not, Nan. The river is so deep, we'll have to swim for it. That is why I chose Neptune, you see." "Me's not 'fraid, wiv 'oo, Don." "Better wait, Baby, till the river is low. Well, come along then," as the wily schemer drew down her pretty lips into the aggrieved curve which always conquered his big, soft heart.
"I couldn't get here sooner," she explained, "'cause I didn't ride." "Oh, ye didn't?" he said. Then, noting the bridle and bag, "What ye got them fer?" he asked. "I didn't want to use yours," she replied. "Mine?" The cattleman was puzzled. "Yes: I brought this," she went on, holding up the bag, "to catch him wiv; and this," holding up the bridle, "to take him home wiv."
"Andwew will kill wats wiv a big stick," he said, and marched out of the room before Jean. Before a week had gone by it seemed to Marcella that she had never been away from Lashnagar. The place wrapped her round, took possession of her.
"Look, Uncle Steve!" he cried pointing. "Him's Oolak. Wiv dogs, an' sled, an' food, an' everything. Him's coming down " But he waited for no more. He waited for no reply. He waited for no guiding mandate. He raced off across the frozen surface of the snow as fast as his jolly little legs could carry him.
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