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Updated: May 20, 2025
"Wotcher say, guv'nor?" asked the cabman. "I say did you see a gentleman approaching from the corner?" asked Dunbar. "Yus," declared the man; "I see 'im, but 'e 'adn't got as far as the Johnny 'Orner. As I passed outside old Tom Brian, wot's changin' 'is gear, I see a bloke blowin' along on the pavement a bloke in a high 'at, an' wearin' a heye-glass."
"We're movin'," said Pinkey, with an important air. "Oh, are yez?" said Chook, looking round with interest. "Yous an' old Jimmy there?" He nodded familiarly to the vanman, who was filling his pipe. "Well, yer must excuse me, but I'm on in this act." "Wotcher mean?" said Pinkey, looking innocent, but she flushed with pleasure.
"'Cause we're goin' ter git out," said Chook, with a grin. "Git out? Wot for? There's nobody at 'ome, Dad's at work." "I know; that's w'y I came," said Chook, tying the reins to the seat. "Git down, Liz; yer've got a 'ard day in front of yer." "'Ard day? Wotcher mean?" cried Pinkey, suspiciously. "We're goin' ter move Sarah's furniture to the new 'ouse she found in Surry Hills," replied Chook.
I was in the act of drinking my coffee when the soldier suddenly leant across the counter, picked up a spoon, turned, and threw it at the derelict whose face wavered on the edge of the lamplight's circle. The victim of this extraordinary attack dodged the missile, then grovelled after it in the gutter. "Wotcher do that for? Chuckin' my spoons abart! Drunk, that's wot you are!"
Wotcher doin' of?" And again the Ibis croaked its wild refrain: "K'raksis! K'raksis!" But when the full day sprang in glory over the desert, it illuminated the few remaining but sufficiently large features of the Sphinx with a burning saffron radiance! The Sphinx had indeed blushed! It was the full season at Cairo.
'Not me, mate, replied the other, shaking his head doggedly. ''Ere I am, and 'ere I'm goin' to bloody well stop. 'No, you ain't, replied Philpot coaxingly. ''Look 'ere. I'll tell you wot we'll do. You 'ave just one more 'arf-pint along of me, and then we'll both go 'ome together. I'll see you safe 'ome. 'See me safe 'ome! Wotcher mean? indignantly demanded the other.
"Oh yes, that's wot yer said to Poll Corcoran, an' then went skitin' that she'd do anythin' yer liked, if yer lifted yer finger. I've 'eard all about yous." Chook swore that he would never harm a hair of her head. "The worst 'arm is done without meanin' it," said Pinkey wisely, "an' that's w'y I'm frightened of yer." "Wotcher got ter be frightened o' me?" asked Chook, softly.
You sit outside ze cage viz your claw out and your tail stiff, ready to pounce on ze mouse. Mon Dieu! How I hate!" The guard unlocked the iron door and stepped inside. "Don't make sech a racket over nawthin'," he said. "De warden says yer gotter do some eatin'." "I kill ze warden if he keep not his mechant chute!" "Wotcher goin' ter do? Starve?"
As Chook drove off with Pinkey, she waved her hand to them, and then, surveying the street with the air of a proprietor, entered the shop and took possession. They were going to Sir Joseph Banks's for the picnic; but, to Pinkey's surprise, the cart turned into Botany Street and pulled up in front of Sarah's cottage. "Wotcher stoppin' 'ere for?" she inquired.
"D'you want any supper?" she asked. "Wotcher got? Peaches and cream, and a glass of champagne?" Mrs. Minto wriggled her skinny shoulders and fingered her chin. "Don't you be saucy to me, my gel. There's a bit of dry bread on the plate there. And half a glass of stout. You might think yourself lucky to get that." "Well, I s'pose I might. But somehow I don't. Dry bread! It's Saturday, ain't it?
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