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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Yer can give away a quid like it was nothin' an' yer've got more an' yer goin' to do THAT jes cos yer 'ad a bit too much lars night an' there's a fog this mornin'! You take it straight from me don't yer do it. I give yer that tip for the suvrink." She was, for her years, so ugly and so ancient, and hardened in voice and skin and manner that she fascinated him.
How'd you feel, marm, if she were found to-morrow morning all friz up on your door-step!" "How'd I feel! That's your business, is it? S'posen you take care on her yourself! Yer make a mighty deal o' fuss about the brat. Carry her home, and try how yer like her. Yer've been here a talkin' to me about her once afore, and I won't hear a word more.
Her lips moved as she talked over to herself the events made known by Zack, or the excuses she was building up for Dale. She was passing Hewlet's house now, when a woman's voice, high, whiney and querulous, floated out to her. "Let the gal alone, Tom! Yer've done near bruised her arm off now, as 'tis!" Aunt Timmie reined in.
How does you feel 'bout it? and wid dat she Beg yer pardon, sah, I didn' know you war dar, sah, but if yer've brought dem ar papers we was speakin' 'bout dis mornin', sah, I t'ink Vina 'll let dis day's washin' go toward payin' for 'em, sah, an' I'll come down to de office an' tote up yer winter's coal for de balance ob de damages." Alimentary, and not literary, is the modern café.
Our Sergeant looked at us contemptuously and we looked anxiously back at him. Then he gave his first instructions: "Now I'm goin' ter show yer 'ow ter do squad drill. It's quite heasy yer've only got ter use a bit o' common sense an' do hexac'ly as I tell yer. Now we'll start wi' the turns. When I gives the order Right Turn, yer turn ter yer right on yer right 'eel an' yer left toe.
At length the Sergeant blew the whistle and shouted: "Fall in! Yer'd better put a jerk in it yer won't go till yer've finished. It's a task job. Yer didn't shift 'alf the sleepers this mornin' there's another couple o' thousand left, so get a bloody move on!" The grumbling was renewed in the ranks. "It's no good yer bloody well grousin'. The work's got ter be done. Carry on!"
"Yer've got some bleed'n' 'opes do anythink, 'e would. Didn't yer see it in the papers? 'E bombed a French C.C.S. at Verd'n an' knocked out umpteen wounded." "I bet that's all bloody lies yer can't believe nothin' what's in the papers." "Can't yer! If yer don't it's because yer don't want ter. I believe yer a bleed'n' Fritz yerself, always stickin' up fer the bastard.
It's ter make me think about yer an' want yer. Well, yer've made a man of me, an' it's up ter yous ter make the best of me." He broke off with a short laugh. "P'raps this sound funny ter you. I've 'eard old women at the Salvos' meetings talk like this, tellin' of the wonderful things they found out w'en they got converted."
"'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.
"Yer've killed me, yer great coward; yer've killed me!" wailed Pete again, excitement having probably acted upon his eyes after the fashion attributed to a horse's, which are said to magnify largely, and made Tom seem unusually big. "Coward, am I?" cried Tom, rising. "You get up, and I'll show you." "Ow ow ow! Help! help!"
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