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He made Sam wash and wash and wash his hands before he was allowed to handle any of the delicate paper. "De paper'll jest git dirty right away," grumbled Sam sullenly, albeit he washed his hands, and his eyes glowed as they used to when a child at a rare "find" in the gutter. "Wot'll you do when it gits dirty?" demanded Sam belligerently. "Put on some clean," said Michael sunnily.
"Look here!" ses the skipper, speaking very slow, "I've got an idea, wot'll settle it p'raps. You get outside," he ses, turning sharp on the two little boys. One o' the draymen 'elped 'em to go out, and 'arf a minute arterwards a stone came over the gate and cut the potman's lip open. Boys will be boys. "Now!" ses the skipper, turning to the woman, and smiling with conceitedness.
"Yes, or he soon will be here. I rode on in advance of the others." "Well there if that don't beat cock-fightin'!" cried Watts. "Wot'll Coke say? W'y, 'e'll 'ave a fit. An' Miss Iris! She's to marry ole Dickey. Fancy 'im turnin' up! There'll be the deuce an' all to pay, now, wot between 'im an' Hozier an' the dashin' colonel."
Won't Becky be pleased! An' wot'll Tagg say? Pore old Tagg! He'll 'ave a fit!" "Look here, captain " began Dick, swinging his feet to the ground.
Then he suddenly stopped, shook his head again, and said, "If I goes on like this, an' it shud turn out to be the wrong course arter all wot'll come on't?" Being as unable to answer this question as the former, he thrust both hands into his pockets, looked at the ground and began to whistle.
An' is there a man here wot'll tell me he hasn't often an' over again mistook the crack of a big gun for a clap o' thunder?" This was received with much approval by the crowd, which had evidently more than half-forgotten the terrible purpose for which it had assembled there, and was now much interested in what bade fair to be a keen dispute.
There's two pore fellers wot'll be dead corpses inside o' six months, sitting 'ere laughing and talking as if they was going to live to ninety. Thank your stars you don't 'ave such dreams." "Who who are the two, cookie?" ses Charlie, arter a bit. "Never mind, Charlie," ses the cook, in a sad voice; "it would do no good if I was to tell you. Nothing can alter it." "Give us a hint," ses Charlie.
I don't believe it who does? Wot'll your poor mother say?" and the like. Bumpus had, unfortunately, good ground for making this statement. After the cutter sailed it was discovered that Bumpus was concealed in Mrs Stuart's cottage.
And I shouldn't ha' been able to come if I 'adn't found five pounds wot she'd hid in a match-box up the chimbley." "But wot'll you do when she finds it out?" ses Sam, opening 'is eyes. "I'm going to 'ave the house cleaned and the chimbleys swept to welcome her 'ome," ses Mr. Goodman, taking a sip o' whiskey. "It'll be a little surprise for her."
"They're doin' of it for the pictures." The idea gained instant popularity. "Jear that? It's a fillum!" "Wot o', Charlie!" "The kemerer's 'idden in the keb." "Wot'll they be up to next!" A red-nosed spectator with a tray of collar-studs harnessed to his stomach started another school of thought. He spoke with decision as one having authority. "Nothin' of the blinkin' kind!
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