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'Why, 'cause they've got a drag startin' from the "Red Lion" that's goin' down ter Chingford for the day an' I'm goin'. 'Yus! she said. He looked at her doubtfully. 'Will yer come too, Liza? It'll be a regular beeno; there's only goin' ter be people in the street. Eh, Liza? 'Na, I can't. 'Why not? 'I ain't got I ain't got the ooftish. 'I mean, won't yer come with me?
He seated himself heavily and with emphasis. Mr. Jim Fletcher, whose place was next him, uttered an agonized "Ow!" "No wonder 'twon't set even, Abe," he snorted. "You've got the other laig up onto my foot. Yus, and it's drove half down through it by this time. Get UP! Whew!" A ripple of merriment ran around the circle.
'I didn't see yer, Mr. Blakeston, she said, as he came up to her. 'Didn't yer? Well, I knew yer would; an' I was witin' for yer ter look up. I see yer before ter-day. 'Na, when? 'I passed be'ind yer as you an' thet other girl was lookin' at the advertisement of thet ply. 'I never see yer. 'Na, I know yer didn't. I 'ear yer say, you says: "I should like to see thet." 'Yus, an' I should too.
Issy, let me make you acquainted with my grandson, Albert." Mr. Price, looking over his spectacles, extended a horny hand and observed: "Yus, yus. Pleased to meet you, Albert. I've heard tell of you." Albert's private appraisal of "Issy" was that the latter was another funny Rube. Whatever Issy's estimate of his employer's grandson might have been, he, also, kept it to himself.
You was always a comical genius. Lin, them were good times." "Which times?" "You know. You can't tell me you have forgot." "I have not forgot much. What's the sense in this?" "Yus never loved me!" she exclaimed. "Shucks!" "Lin, Lin, is it all over? You know yus loved me on Bear Creek. Say you did. Only say it was once that way." And as he sat, she came and put her arms round his neck.
"Aye, aw've heerd o' Gordon a bit," said Holgate dubiously, intent to further anger the Beetle, as Henry Withers was called. "Ow yus, ow verily yus! An' y've 'eard o' Julius Caesar, an' Nebucha'nezzar, an' Florence Noightingyle, 'aven't you you wich is chiefly bellyband and gullet." "Aye, aw've eaten too mooch to-day," rejoined Holgate placidly, refusing to see insult.
I was thet dahn in the dumps well, I shouldn't 'ave cared if I'd been at the bottom of the river, an' thet's the truth. 'You don't sy so, replied her affectionate mother. 'Yus, I do, an' I mean it too, but I don't feel like thet now. You're right, mother, when you're in trouble there's nothin' like a bit of spirits.
"Yus, that's w'ere it is," interrupted Bill. "The o'ny thing is as we might 'ave to knock yer missis axin' pardon; 'er ladyship on the 'ed, bein' a light sleeper, her maid ses, and a bit ov a spitfire, d'ye see?" The judge's ghost attempted to give vent to a cry of indignant horror and forbid the attempt in the most unequivocal way.
"I halted and looked at him attentively; a proceeding that caused him evident discomfort. 'Did you speak to me? I asked. "He edged up closer, but still did not meet my eye, and, looking first over one shoulder and then over the other, replied, 'Yus, I did, guv'nor. "'What do you want? I demanded.
Ford as was, then Simmons now, ain't it?" He said this with a furtive leer that Simmons neither liked nor understood. "No," said Simmons; "she ain't in now." "You ain't her 'usband, are ye?" "Yus." The man took his pipe from his mouth and grinned silently and long. "Blimy," he said at length, "you look like the sort o' bloke she'd like," and with that he grinned again.
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