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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Yer only gettin' 'alf an hour fur yer dinner we've got ter git the job done ter-day." "Why didn' yer tell us it was a task job? Gorblimy we ain't done 'alf of it! We won't get 'ome afore five or six o'clock ter-night." "I can't 'elp it, 'tain't my fault. Yer've got ter git it done, them's me orders!"
'She says as 'ow yer've been messin' abaht with 'er old man. Liza didn't say anything, and Sally, repeating her good-bye, slid off. Liza felt a chill run through her. She had several times noticed a scowl and a look of anger on Mrs. Blakeston's face, and she had avoided her as much as possible; but she had no idea that the woman meant to do anything to her.
Tim yere he's got a razor, an', if he's a frien' o' yers, I reckon he mought lend it ter yer thet's sure sum hell ov a beard yer've got." The deputy gulped down his drink, and smacked his lips, clinging with one hand to the bar, regarding me lovingly. "Sure; he's friend' o' mine. Shave him myself soon's I git sober.
"No fear," said Mrs Swadling. "I ran down the yard, an' 'ollered blue murder." "Well," said Mrs Yabsley, reflectively, "an 'usband is like the weather, or a wart on yer nose. It's no use quarrelling with it. If yer don't like it, yer've got ter lump it. An' if yer believe all yer 'ear, everybody else 'as got a worse."
"Ahoy, lads, I'm glad yer've come!" exclaimed the captain, as he caught the painter line thrown out to him by Merritt, and skillfully made the boat fast. "Why, what has happened?" demanded Rob, as he sprang on to the wharf, followed by the others. "Happened?" repeated the captain. "Well, in a manner of speakin', about twenty things has happened at once.
She picked up her shoe, and Jonah was seized with an imperious desire to keep her in the shop at any cost. "I'm afraid yer've worn yer last pair of that make," said Jonah. "The Americans 'ave driven them off the market, and the agency's closed." "How annoying! I must wear shoes. Whatever shall I do?" she replied, staring at the shelves as if lost in thought.
"No; the stove got the bullet. He shot through his pocket." "Whut's all the row about?" "Oh, not much, Timmons; this is my affair," and Westcott lit his pipe with apparent indifference. "Lacy and I have got two mining claims tapping the same lead, that's all. There's been a bit o' feeling between us for some time. I reckon it's got to be fought out, now." "Then yer've really struck ore?" "Yes."
Bone rejoices in showing off the wonders of the place to them, in matching Coly's shiny sides against the "Government beastesses," in talking of the giant red beets, or crumpled green cauliflower, breaking the rich garden-mould. "Yer've no sich cherries nor taters nor raspberries as dem in de Norf, I'll bet!" Even the crimson trumpet-flower on the wall is "a Virginny creeper, Sah!"
He buttoned up his coat tightly, then turned to throw a last glance at Bessie. He had always disliked his father's second wife, and his sense of triumph was boundless. 'Oh! yer not hurt, he said; 'yer shammin. I advise yer to look sharp with shuttin up. Father'll be up the hill in two or three minutes now. Sorry I can't 'elp yer, now yer've set me up so comfortabul. Bye-bye!
I'll smarten yer up a bit by Gawd I'll break yer bleed'n' 'earts afore I've done wi' yer by Gawd I will. When I tells yer ter do a thing yer've got ter do it, else there'll be trouble, Gawd strike me blind. Now then, let's see what yer can do." He gave his orders more slowly and performed each movement himself while we imitated him as best we could.
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