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Weller, 'it'll be a wery agonisin' trial to me at my time of life, but I'm pretty tough, that's vun consolation, as the wery old turkey remarked wen the farmer said he wos afeerd he should be obliged to kill him for the London market. 'Wot'll be a trial? inquired Sam. 'To see you married, Sammy to see you a dilluded wictim, and thinkin' in your innocence that it's all wery capital, replied Mr.
Joe wagged his head. "You've 'it it," he said. And, jerking his head back towards the room behind him, "Guv'nor's got it now." "What?" "The new disease." "What new disease?" "Wy, the Run-abaht-an-tell-'em-'ow-to-do-it." "Ah!" "'E's copped it fair. In bed." "You don't say!" "Not 'alf!" Joe sank his voice still lower. "Wot'll you bet me I don't ketch it soon?" The gardener uttered a low gurgle.
Well, I've got to be in London to-night, and I know a 'spectable old genelman as lives there, wot'll give you lodgings for nothink, and never ask for the change that is, if any genelman he knows interduces you."
His words, too, when he caught sight of her, were not those of a maniac. "Well, missy," he cried, "wot'll they say in Liverpool now? I s'pose they'll 'ear of this some day," and he jerked a thumb backwards to indicate the unceasing hail of bullets that poured into the after part of the ship.
I remember one incident of that first morning, a thing that didn't seem at all shocking at the time, but which, looking back upon it, illustrates the matter-of-factness of the soldier's viewpoint on death. "Hi sye, Darby," sang out one fellow. "Hi got a blighter 'ere wif only one leg. Wot'll Hi do wif 'im?" "Put him under with only one, you blinking idiot," said I.
"That's a puzzler," said Gurney, affecting to consider the question deeply. "Here's a puzzler wot'll beat it, though," observed Tim Rokens; "suppose we all go on talkin' stuff till doomsday, w'en'll the boat be finished?" "That's true," cried Dick Barnes, resuming work with redoubled energy; "take that young thief to his mother, Phil, and tell her to rope's-end him.
"'Them's my orders, ses the skipper, swelling his chest and looking round, 'to everybody. You know wot'll 'appen to you, Joe, if things ain't right when I come back. Come along, Bill, and lock the gate arter me. An' mind, for your own sake, don't let anything 'appen to that gal while I'm away. "'Wot time'll you be back? I ses, as 'e stepped through the wicket.
P'haps that chap in the next caboose, in a fur coat an' top hat, is the steward. An' wot'll Tagg say?" "I don't know," said Dick, half inclined to resent this open scorn. "Who is Tagg, anyhow?" Stump instantly became silent. He seemed to remember his "sailing orders." He muttered something about "playin' me for a sucker," and shut his lips obstinately.
'I do, indeed, answered Oliver. 'I have not slept under a roof since I left the country. 'Don't fret your eyelids on that score, said the young gentleman. 'I've got to be in London to-night; and I know a 'spectable old gentleman as lives there, wot'll give you lodgings for nothink, and never ask for the change that is, if any genelman he knows interduces you. And don't he know me? Oh, no!
"That female," He said turning to John, "always tells me I'm a funny man!..." "Well, so you are, Mr. 'Inde!" Lizzie interrupted. "Get out," he roared at her. Lizzie addressed John. "You'll get used to 'is comic ways when you know 'im as well as I do. Wot'll you 'ave for breakfis?" she continued, speaking again to Hinde. "Anything," he replied. "Anything on God's earth, so long as you get out!"
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