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Updated: June 4, 2025
An' what am I to do? I bin there meself. I knows what the horrors is. He mighter blued his cheque at the last shanty. But what am I ter do? I put it ter you. If I let him go he might hang hisself ter the nex' leanin' tree. What's a drink? yer might arst I don't mind a drink or two; but when it comes to half a dozen in a day it mounts up, I can tell yer.
But she kep' on a-pesterin' me, an' at last I said I would come an' arst him... an' while I was waitin' outside the church I hears the damned feller a-prayin' and sayin' "All flesh is grass, and the grass withereth" his voice quivered and broke again 'an' onct I heard my old mother say them very words when she was a-dyin', more'n forty year ago, in the old country.
I shan't arst your leave nor nobody else's! Wot the 'ell's it got do with you who I votes for? 'It has a great deal to do with me. If you vote for Protection you will be helping to bring it about, and if you succeed, and if Protection is the evil that some people say is is, I shall be one of those who will suffer.
"Yes, 'm; I will, 'm," she said, trembling; "but oh, I just wanted to arst you: Miss Sara she's been such a rich young lady, an' she's been waited on, 'and and foot; an' what will she do now, mum, without no maid? If if, oh please, would you let me wait on her after I've done my pots an' kettles? I'd do 'em that quick if you'd let me wait on her now she's poor.
McCullough, busily burnishing a bit, shrugged deprecatingly and laughed. Hardy, putting the last touches to his revolver-holster, made answer, George thought, with peculiar reticence. "Wot, Yorkey? . . . oh, 'e's a 'oly terror 'e is. . . . You arst Crampton," he mumbled "arst Taylor they wos at Davidsburg wiv 'im. Slavin's orl right but Yorkey!". . . He looked unutterable things.
"Don't tantalize wid talkin' av dhrink, or I'll shtuff you into your own breech-block an' fire you off!" grunted Mulvaney. Ortheris chuckled, and from a niche in the veranda produced six bottles of ginger ale. "Where did ye get ut, ye Machiavel?" said Mulvaney. "'Tis no bazar pop." "'Ow do Hi know wot the Orf'cers drink?" answered Ortheris. "Arst the mess-man."
Most of them were asleep, but one was tossing about and crying in piteous tones: "Hab'ich noch'n Arm, oder hab'ich keinen?" "'E's bin at it for 'ours, pore bloke. Arst 'im what 'e wants I 'xpect it's somethin' ter do with 'is arm what they took orf early in the evenin'." I asked the man what he wanted and noticed that his right arm had been taken off at the shoulder.
The deaf fat chap at Benson's arst him what time this might be. Billy said he disremembered th' time mebbe it wor ten or a bit past. Then the fat chap said it wor just about that time the same night, as he wor shuttin' up, he saw somefin white float up to th' top of th' pit.
Better take care we don't get some more o' the same sort, Mister Wolfhound, if you arst me!" The walled-in yard was quite safe. Matey was in nowise perturbed, and, moreover, having slept soundly and breakfasted copiously, he was, for him, in an amiable mood.
'Anything more? I arst him. "'If you've a copper or two to spare, he says, 'it'll be a help to me on my way to Dorchester. "'Certainly, says I, and I began to feel in my trouser pockets and found a florin. 'Here, I says, 'it's all I have, but you're more than welcome to it. "Then my missus she giv' a sort of snort, and walked off.
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