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Trapes, an' the car's below both waitin'. So you'll come t' th' pore young Guv, miss, won't ye, lady?" "Have you any idea who did it?" she questioned, speaking as with an effort. "We got our suspicions, ho, yus!" the Old Un nodded. "Joe's got a wonnerful gift o' suspicion oh, a rare 'ead 'as my lad Joe.
You know 'e 'ad dropsy, an' 'e swell up oh, 'e did swell; 'is own mother wouldn't 'ave known 'im. Why, 'is leg swell up till it was as big round as 'is body, swop me bob, it did. 'Did it indeed! ejaculated Mrs. Hodges. 'Yus, an' when 'e died they sent the coffin up. I didn't 'ave Mr. Footley at thet time; we didn't live 'ere then, we lived in Battersea, an' all our undertikin' was done by Mr.
The Cockney eyed him unpleasantly. "Say, Dago," he said presently, "wot was the name o' that there place you said you come from?" "Eh?" The Dago roused from his smiling reverie. "De name? Ah, yais." He pronounced the name slowly, making its syllables render their music. "Yus," said Bill, "I thought that was it." He went on working, steadily, nonchalantly. The Dago stared at him, perplexed.
She'll explain it all to you." Travers and I moved over to the cot her hand scarcely indicated. "Well, your daughter looks pretty comfortable this afternoon, in spite of the little fuss," Travers began, tentatively. "Yus, she's a bit tidy, thanky," the mother answered, smoothing her soiled black gown, grown green with long service. "She'll git on naow, please Gord. But Joe most did for 'er."
"Yus," answered Bill, who, like most men before the mast, had never seen a chart in his life. "I looked at ev'ry name on it, ev'ry bloomin' one. A chart o' Africa it was, givin' the whole lot of 'em. But your place." "Yais?" cried the Dago. "You see 'im? An' de leetle bay under de hills? You find it?" "No," said Bill, "I didn't find it. It wasn't there." "Wasn't there?"
A party of R.E.'s moving up from the south-ard brought with them tidings of what had occurred near St. Quentin. "Jerry started 'is little game. Came over in thousands," The speaker was overwhelmed with eager inquiries. "Anythin' doin'?", "Did we wash 'im out?", "Wot 'appened?" "One at a time. Smashed in our line on a fifty mile front." "WOT!" shouted in chorus. "Yus. St. Quentin fallen.
You're goin' with 'Arry, ain't yer? 'Yus! 'An' you're goin' to 'ave 'im? 'Right again! 'Well, I couldn't go with Tom, and then throw him over. 'Well, you are a mug! The two girls had strolled down towards the Westminster Bridge Road, and Sally, meeting her young man, had gone to him. Liza walked back, wishing to get home in time to cook the dinner.
"'Where's yer five shillings? 'e says. ''Ere yer are! I says. 'Oh, very well, 'e says. 'But you'll 'ave to draw last, 'e says, 'bein' the youngest. Well, they started drawing the names, and of course Keggs 'as to draw Mr. Byng." "Oh, he drew Mr. Byng, did he?" "Yus. And everyone knew Reggie was the fav'rit. Smiled all over his fat face, the old serpint did!
The driver turned away and whipped up the horses. "I've never seen anythink strynge in my life," he said. "Kimmup there! Kimmup!..." "But I thought that 'bus-drivers always saw romantic things!" "I dunno wot you're talkin' abaht. Look 'ere, young feller, are you a reporter, or wot are you?" "A reporter!" "Yus. One of these 'ere noospyper chaps?" "No."
And Liza feeling quite joyful and light of heart called back: 'Yus! ''Oorray! shouted Sally in answer. 'Thet's right, Liza, called Jim; and he smiled pleasantly as she looked at him. 'There's just room for you two 'ere, said Harry, pointing to the vacant places by his side. 'Arright! said Tom. 'I must jest go an' get a 'at an' tell mother, said Liza. 'There's just three minutes.
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