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'One volunteer, y'know worth ten pressed men. 'Yes, said the other, 'but when there isn't enough of the "one volunteer" it's about time to collar the ten pressed. Two or three flares went up almost simultaneously from the enemy's line, the crackle of fire rose to a brisk fusillade, and through it ran the sharp 'rat-at-at-at' of a machine-gun.
"Excellent," nodded the Marquis, "I'll run over to Half-moon Street this afternoon. Is Bamborough with him still?" "No, his Lordship left yesterday." "Ha!" said the Marquis, and taking out his snuff-box, he looked at it, tapped it, and put it away again. "Poor old Sling," said he gently, "I miss him damnably, y'know, Beverley." "Marquis," said Barnabas, "what is it?"
Everything's been against me, y'know even my size." "How so?" "Well, there was a fellow in the Eighty-eighth, name of Crichton. I'd lost to him pretty heavily while we were before Ciudad Rodrigo. The night before the storming we both happened to have volunteered, y'know 'Crichton, says I, 'I'll go you double or quits I'm into the town to-morrow before you are. 'Done! says he.
"I bet a dollar that fellow wouldn't swap billets with the angel Gabriel at this partikler moment," said our profane mate thoughtfully. We started weighing and shipping the copra next day. After finishing up, the solemn Charley invited the skipper and supercargo to remain ashore till morning. His great trouble, he told us, was that he had not yet secured a wife, "a reg'lar wife, y'know."
After they'd hear her say it about five times most of 'em seemed to agree with her that they were wonderful, and I heard one young hick confide to another: "She's a good pal, Dot. Understands a fellow, y'know."
It arrived by the morning post, and he never felt really himself till after breakfast. "Here, Morrison," he said to his secretary, later in the morning: "just answer this, will you? The usual thing thanks and most deeply grateful, y'know." Next day the following was included in Dunstable's correspondence: Mr. Montagu Watson presents his compliments to Mr.
That's the sort of song they might sing in the galley, y'know. Aren't you ever going to finish that story and give me some of the profits?" "It depends on yourself. If you had only told me more about your hero in the first instance it might have been finished by now. You're so hazy in your notions."
"Take my seat. Must be going." Blake's eyes glowed. "You're the gamest ever, Jimmy boy." "Don't crow till you're out of the woods," laughed his friend. "Can't wish you success, y'know. But it's to continue the same between us as it has been, if you're willing." "That's like you, Jimmy!" "To be sure. But I really must be going. Good-day, Miss Genevieve."
"Look here," he began, "what's the meaning of this business? I know I've been drugged and mishandled. I demand to be put ashore. Do you understand that?" "Angel child," whimpered the big man. "Oh, you lilee of the vallee, you bright an' mornin' star. I'm reely pained y'know, that your vally can't come along, but we'll have your piano set up in the lazarette.
The sea, for all the red moon and copper dawn, was gray, and there, less than half a mile away, still lay our consort. I could see her through the portholes with each slow careening of the Glarus. "I vote for the island," cried Ally Bazan, "shaft or no shaft. We rigs a bit o' syle, y'know " and thereat the discussion began.
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