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'Wot for, then? 'Why, 'Arry's going ter tike me ter Chingford ter-morrer. 'Oh? In the "Red Lion" brake? 'Yus. Are you goin'? 'Na! 'Not! Well, why don't you get round Tom? 'E'll tike yer, and jolly glad 'e'll be, too. ''E arst me ter go with 'im, but I wouldn't. 'Swop me bob why not? 'I ain't keeping company with 'im. 'Yer might 'ave gone with 'im all the sime. 'Na.
"'Ave you got yer wills made out, you lads? You're a-go'n' to see a scrap presently, an' it ain't a-go'n' to be no flea-bite, I give you my word!" "Right you are, sergeant! I'm leavin' me razor to 'is Majesty. 'Ope 'e'll tyke the 'int." "Strike me pink, sergeant! You gettin' cold feet?" "Less sing 'im, 'I want to go 'ome. Get 'im to cryin' like a baby." "W'ere's yer mouth-organ, Ginger?"
"What an awful thing it are to think 'e'll be a corpse some day," she chirped cheerily to herself, "tho' of course bein' a great swell in 'is own place, 'e'll 'ave a nice airy vault, which 'ud be far more comfortable than a close, stuffy grave, even tho' it 'as a tombstone an' vi'lets over it. Ah, now!
Stinky listened in amazement. Here was another change that he was too dazed to understand, and, hastily grabbing his coat, he ran. Pinkey ran to Chook's prostrate body, and listened. "I can 'ear 'im breathin'," she cried. The others listened, and the breathing grew louder, a curious, snoring sound. "Gorblimey! A knock-out!" "'E'll be right in a few minutes." It was true.
When, with the patient's consent, Mrs Gowler set out to fetch the doctor, she, also at the girl's request, sent a telegram to Mrs Scatchard, asking her to send on at once any letters that may have come for Mavis. She was sustained by a hope that Perigal may have written to her former address. "Got yer shillin' ready?" asked Mrs Gowler, an hour or so later. "'E'll be up in a minute."
'Where's Harlow go to, then? he demanded of Philpot. ''E wasn't 'ere just now, when I came up. ''E's gorn downstairs, sir, out the back, replied Joe, jerking his thumb over his shoulder and winking at Hunter. ''E'll be back in 'arf a mo. And indeed at that moment Harlow was just coming upstairs again. ''Ere, we can't allow this kind of thing in workin' hours, you know. Hunter bellowed.
Leopold; "if you don't do what you are told, you'll have to take salts again and go for another walk with William." "If we don't warm up them sheets 'e'll dry up," said Mr. Swindles. "No, I won't; I'm teeming." "Be a good boy, and you shall have a nice cut of mutton when you get up," said Mr. Leopold. "How much? Two slices?"
If they ketch 'im 'e'll get six months 'ard." "Then what's 'e been doin' it for? I down't see nothink in it if it down't py.". "Cause he believes in it, thet's why! What do you think, sir?" "I think the man has come by a just fall," said John. "God will never use him again, having brought him to shame." "Must hev been a wrong un certingly," said the man over the fire.
"There's a poce-card for you," she said. "From Mr. 'Inde. 'E says 'e'll be 'ome to-morrow, an' 'e asts you to give me 'is love. Saucy 'ound! 'E's a one, 'e is!" John turned towards her. "It won't be necessary for me to give his love to you, will it?" he said sarcastically. "You seem to have taken it already!" She was unaware of his sarcasm. "So I 'ave," she said.
Since the day 'e stood up for you in that Dutch saloon-bar at Gueldersdorp, what is there we don't owe to 'im you and me, and all the blooming crew of us? And because 'e'll tyke no thanks, 'e gits ingratitude the dirtiest egg the Devil ever hatched!" "Cripps!" gasped W. Keyse, awe-stricken by this lofty flight of rhetoric. Ignoring him, she pursued her way.
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