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Dollops broke the silence that fell, a tremour of excitement in his low-pitched voice. "Yus but it's the back-kitchen, sir," he threw out eagerly, like all the rest of them anxious if possible to shield the man who seemed to have won so many hearts. "And the back-kitchen don't spell Sir Nigel, sir. It's Borkins wot's at the bottom of that, and "
Uncle Matthew had told him that Herrick, the poet, was born in Cheapside, and that Richard Whittington, resting in Highgate Woods, had heard Bow Bells pealing from a Cheapside steeple, bidding him return to be Lord Mayor of London and marry the mercer's daughter. "Yus, Cheapside!" the conductor dully repeated. "Go 'long Cheapside, turn to the left pas' St. Paul's, and you'll be in Ludgate 'ill.
If I were born wiv that tacked on to me anatomy, I'd drown meself in the nearest pond afore I'd 'ave courage to survive it.... Yus, it was Borkins all right, Guv'nor, and the other chap wiv him, the one wiv the black whiskers and the lanting jor " "Hush, boy! Not so loud!" Cleek's voice cut into the whispered undertone, a mere thread of sound, but a sound to be obeyed.
"Aw've heerd on 'em, the floowers o' the flock they coom to a bad end mostwise in Yorkshire nipped in t' bood loike! Was tha friend nipped untimely?" "I'd give a bloomin' camomile to know!" "Deserted or summat?" "Ow yus, 'e deserted to Khartoum," answered Withers with a sneer. "The 'owlin' sneak went in 'idin' with Gordon at Khartoum!"
Lusk.... "'Buffalo Girls, you fiddler!" "We'll come back," said Barker to her. "'Buffalo Girls, I tell yus. Ho! There's no sense looking at that bottle, Doc. Take yer dance while there's time!" She was holding the chair. "Help him!" said the crowd. "Help Doc." They took her from her chair, and she fought, a big pink mass of ribbons, fluttering and wrenching itself among them.
'Me? answered Liza, putting her hand up as if in ignorance. 'Nothin' thet I knows of. Two or three young men were standing by, and hearing the girl, looked up. 'Why, yer've got a black eye, Liza! 'Me? I ain't got no black eye! 'Yus you 'ave; 'ow d'yer get it? 'I dunno, said Liza. 'I didn't know I 'ad one. 'Garn! tell us another! was the answer.
Tom did not want to part from Liza, but she broke in with: 'Yus, go on, Tom. Sally an' me'll git along arright, an' you ain't got too much time. 'Yus, good night, 'Arry, said Sally to settle the matter. 'Good night, old gal, he answered, 'give us another slobber. And she, not at all unwilling, surrendered herself to him, while he imprinted two sounding kisses on her cheeks.
Great God! ain't there things enough that come to yus uncalled for and natural, but you must run around huntin' up more that was leavin' yus alone and givin' yus a chance? I knowed him onced. I knowed your Lin McLean. And when that was over, I knowed for the first time how men can be different. I'm started, Lin, I'm started. Leave me go on, and when I'm through I'll quit.
'Tike care of meself why? asked Liza, in surprise. 'Yer know wot I mean. 'Na, I'm darned if I do. 'Thet there Mrs. Blakeston, she's lookin' aht for you. 'Mrs. Blakeston! Liza was startled. 'Yus; she says she's goin' ter give you somethin' if she can git 'old on yer. I should advise yer ter tike care. 'Me? said Liza. Sally looked away, so as not to see the other's face.
"I think I'll have another sparkling limado, thanks, awfully," he said. The beverage arrived. They raised their glasses. "To England," said Clarence simply. "To England," echoed his subordinate. Clarence left the shop with swift strides, and hurried, deep in thought, to the offices of the Encore in Wellington Street. "Yus?" said the office-boy interrogatively.
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