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"Can you give me any information regarding the whereabouts of a cherecter known under any of these names: Iris 'Yde, T.B. Watkins, Hangela the Witch, possibly a male in female disguise, believed to conduct a general shop and boardin' 'ouse on Mitten Island?" "There is only one shop on Mitten Island," said Richard. "And one boarding house. All in one. I own it.
Scented paper 'andkerchief! With full programme of Great Suffragette Meeting in 'Yde Park! As the crowd thinned, some of the roughs pressing forward were trying to 'rush' the speakers. The police hastened to the rescue. It looked as if there would be trouble. Vida and her maid escaped towards the Marble Arch. ''Andsome scented 'andkerchief!
London bus-drivers have plenty to tell, and are not at all loath to tell it especially after the encouragement of a tip. John was delighted to hear about the time, one foggy Christmas Eve, when his friend had "sat for four hours, sir, without daring to stir, at 'Yde Park Corner."
"Bli'me if you didn't mike me forget where I was 'ad me thinking I was in 'Yde Park, you did, listening to a bloody horator on a box." "You may laugh," Thirteen replied with a sour glance; "but when you have heard, you will not laugh. I am not boasting I am telling you." "Not a great deal," the Irishman suggested.
The Londoners, who look down with contempt upon all that have not been bred and born within the sound of Bow, talk with unconscious absurdity of weal and winegar, and vine and vindors, and idears, and ask you owyou do? and 'ave ye bin taking the hair in 'yde park? and 'as your 'orse 'ad any hoats, &c.? aspirating always where they should not, and never aspirating where they should.
'Of course it ain't goin' to be as much fun as the 'Yde Park Sunday aufternoons. Jim Wrightson goes to them. Keeps things lively 'e does. 'Kicks up a reg'lar shindy, don't 'e? 'Yes. We can't do nothin' 'ere ain't enough' whether of space or of spirited young men he did not specify.
"A warm old g'n'l'm'n!" remarked the boy in the man's hat as he passed. The lively man nodded and winked. "Might eat his wittles raw an' cook 'em inside a'most!" continued the boy; "would advise him to keep out of 'yde Park, though, for fear he'd git too near the powder-magazine!"
"W'ere from?" contemptuously. "There ain't no taxi-rank 'ere in 'Yde Park." Nan looked hopelessly round. Cars and taxis, some with luggage and some without, went speeding past her, but never a single one that was empty. "Oh" she turned desperately to her driver "can't you do anything? Run down and see if you can hail one for me. I'll stay by the taxi." He shook his bead.
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