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The circumference of the thickest part of the fore leg was 2 feet, and the length of each of its claws was 4 and a quarter inches. It was whitey-brown in colour, and a shaggier, fiercer, uglier monster could not well be imagined. "But, I say," cried Bounce, looking round suddenly, "wot's come o' yon 'xtraor'nary feller as "
Wot's de use ob bringin' up a boy 'n' den hab 'im go trapesin' off to de 'cad'my? Wot good 'll it do 'im?" "I tole yer so, Dab," groaned poor Dick. "It aint no use. I 'most wish I was a eel." Dab was on the point of opening a whole broadside of eloquence when Ford Foster pinched his arm and whispered: "Your mother's coming, and our Annie's with her." "Then let's clear out.
Had Larry known that acts similar to this wicked and heartless one were perpetrated by traders in the South Seas very frequently, he would have made his terms of abuse more general! "How long ago was that?" inquired Old Peter. "Tree year," sighed Bunco. "Since dat day I hab bin in two tree ships, but nebber run away, cause why? wot's de use ob run away on island?
He dropped off to sleep at last, scratching 'imself, but about three o'clock in the morning Ginger woke up with a 'orrible start and sat up in bed shivering. Sam and Peter woke up, too, and, raising themselves in bed, looked at the dog, wot was sitting on its tail, with its 'ead back, moaning fit to break its 'art. "Wot's the matter?" ses old Sam, in a shaky voice. "Stop it! Stop it, d'ye hear!"
For the moment we must occupy ourselves with his death, and ascertain whether it is owing to natural causes or to foul play. He was a heavy drinker, and it may have been that." "No," declared the little old man, "Lanky wasn't drunk to-day that I'll swear. I saw 'im in Commercial Road at seven, talkin' to a feller wot's in love wiv 'is sister."
"Wot's she like?" "Oh, a rale little bit of a thing, not as big as Lizer! "And, Peter, she hes teeny little hands, as wite as snow, like that woman in the picter ma got off of the tea." "Yes, Peter," chimed in another voice; "and her feet are that little that she don't make no nise wen she walks."
"I did not mean that the lady should be left to die if that is the interpretation put on my remark," came the quiet answer. "But it was an act of the utmost folly to bring a delicate girl on such an errand. I cannot imagine what your captain was thinking of when he agreed to it." "Wot's that, mister?" demanded Coke.
Kemp, as Liza entered the room. 'Wot's the matter, mother? 'Matter! I like thet matter indeed! Go an' matter yerself an' be mattered! Nice way ter treat an old woman like me an' yer own mother, too! 'Wot's up now? 'Don't talk ter me; I don't want ter listen ter you. Leavin' me all alone, me with my rheumatics, an' the neuralgy!
Well I'm thet 'appy I simply dunno if I'm standin' on my 'ead or on my 'eels. But alas! it did not last too long. Sally was not so full of joy when next Liza met her, and one day her eyes looked very much as if she had been crying. 'Wot's the matter? asked Liza, looking at her. 'Wot 'ave yer been blubberin' abaht? 'Me? said Sally, getting very red.
Job Trotter inserted an end of the pink handkerchief into the corner of each eye, one after the other, and began to weep copiously. 'Wot's the matter with the man, said Sam, indignantly. 'Chelsea water-works is nothin' to you. What are you melting vith now? The consciousness o' willainy? 'I cannot keep my feelings down, Mr. Weller, said Job, after a short pause.
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