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'I'll tell yer wot yer've done ter me you've robbed me of my 'usbind, you 'ave. I never 'ad a word with my 'usbind until you took 'im from me. An' now it's all you with 'im. 'E's got no time for 'is wife an' family it's all you. An' 'is money, too. I never git a penny of it; if it weren't for the little bit I 'ad saved up in the siving-bank, me an' my children 'ud be starvin' now!
The third time's yer last, yer know. Fritz'll send one over with me number on it, that's a bloody cert!" "If yer number's up it's up," said the other, who had a big patch over his right ear. "If yer've got ter die yer've got ter die, an' it's no use worryin' about it." Their turn came before long and I helped each one to get on to a table.
'Yer can't 'ave spent it all tain't possible an yer ain't chucked it out o' winder. Yer've got it somewhere 'idden, an I'll get it out o' you if I die for 't! Bessie surveyed him steadily. She had not even flinched at the mention of the sovereigns. 'What yer 'aven't got, yer can't give, she said. 'I don know nothin about it, an I've tole yer. There's plenty o' bad people in the world beside me.
He resembles the gentleman spoken of in the oft-quoted stanza: 'E's all right when yer knows 'im. But yer've got to know 'im fust. The first time I ever met a bull-dog to speak to, that is was many years ago. We were lodging down in the country, an orphan friend of mine named George, and myself, and one night, coming home late from some dissolving views we found the family had gone to bed.
"We must 'old on 'old on an' wait till the clouds roll by that was one of Bill's sayin's. An' to think of 'im bein' so near!" Tilda never laughed, but some mirth in her voice anticipated Bill's astonishment. "Now read me what yer've written." "It's no more than what you told me." "Never mind; let's 'ear if it's c'rect." Arthur Miles read
'E was a good 'usbind ter me wot time 'e could spare from the drink, an' I buried 'im out of this very 'ouse, w'en Ada could just walk. I often think life's a bloomin' fraud, Joe, w'ichever way yer look at it. W'en ye're young, it promises yer everythin' yer want, if yer only wait. An' w'en ye're done waitin', yer've lost yer teeth an' yer appetite, or forgot wot yer were waitin' for.
I know yer've maybe hearn on it, leastways Milly has; but den she mayn't have hearn de straight on it, fur 'taint eb'y nigger knows it. Yer see, Milly, my mammy was er 'riginal Guinea nigger, an' she knowed 'bout de wushin'-stone herse'f, an' she told me one Wednesday night on de full er de moon, an' w'at I'm gwine ter tell yer is de truff."
Yer'll not find such a sickly kid anywheres, an' it's the sickly kids wot pays an' moves the 'arts of the kyind ladies an' good gentlemen" this with an imitative whine that excited the laughter and applause of her hearers. "Yer've got it cheap, I kin tell yer, an' if yer don't pay up reg'lar, there's others that'll take the chance, an' thankful too!"
So ye've got to make up yer mind; yer have got to keep that mouth of yours shut tight or yer've got to tramp back to the fort."
Meredith's contempt for what he styled the "mobocracy," his first question concerned the meeting. "A pooty mess yer've made of it, Meredith," growled Mr. Hennion. "I!" cried the squire, indignantly. "'T is naught I had to do with it." "An' 't is thet 'ere keepin' away dun the harm," scolded the elder Hennion. "Swamp it, yer let the hotheads control!
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