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Robin again grinned; and, as his wide mouth literally extended from ear to ear, his face looked, as it were, divided by some accident; so separate did the chin appear from the upper portion of the countenance. "If you wo'n't talk," growled out the trooper, "I hope you will pay those who do so for your amusement." "Thou wouldst have me believe, then, thou art no genuine disinterested talker. Ah!
It was about half-an-hour after that, that I comes off with the milk for the wardroom mess, and a man named Will Heaviside says to me, `Stapleton, says he, `the first lieutenant has thrown my canvas trowsers overboard, and be damned to him; now I must have them back. `But where be they? says I: `I suppose down at the bottom by this time, and the flat-fish dubbing their noses into them. `No, no, says he, `they wo'n't never sink, but float till eternity; they be gone down with the tide, and they will come back again; only you keep a sharp look-out for them, and I'll give you five shillings if you bring them. Well, I seed little chance of ever seeing them again, or of my seeing five shillings, but as it so happened next tide, the very 'denticle pair of trowsers comes up staring me in the face.
"That's just what Sylvie says," Bruno rejoined. "She says I wo'n't learn my lessons. And I tells her, over and over, I ca'n't learn 'em. And what doos oo think she says? She says 'It isn't ca'n't, it's wo'n't!" "Let's go and see the Professor," the Warden said, wisely avoiding further discussion.
And those larded fowl! that look like things of snow and not of flesh; even my wife praised them, and said, 'Grundy, said she 'Solomon, my spouse, said she, 'you have outdone yourself: that was praise. But what signifies praise to me now? My master wo'n't eat my mistress wo'n't eat Barbara, she wo'n't eat! I offered her a pigeon-pie; she said, 'No, I thank ye, Solomon, and passed away.
"I hope it wo'n't end in smoke, as it begins in fire," replied Robin, slily presenting a roll of the tobacco vulgarly called pig-tail. "Mis-shapen wretch!" retorted Burrell in a towering passion, flinging the roll directly in his face, "how dare you to trifle thus with your superiors? art drunk, or mad?"
That I should ever live to see any one pass away from a pigeon-pie of my making! Sir Willmott Burrell, he wo'n't eat, but calls for wine and strong waters in his dressing-room: it's a queer bridal! Ah! there's one of the Lady Cromwell's women, perhaps she will eat; it is heart-breaking to think that such food as this" and he cast his eye over a huge assemblage of sundries, that
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