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'Let me take 'im to my place, she pleaded: 'it's no good talkin while 'ee's like 'ee is not a bit o' good. John John dear! you come along wi me. Shall I get Saunders to come and speak to yer? A gleam of sudden hope shot into the old man's face. He had not thought of Saunders; but Saunders had a head; he might unravel this accursed thing.
"I won't forget yer," answered the conductor, "you shall 'ave yer Sharing Cross. Don't make a fuss about it." "That's the third time 'ee's arst me not to forget 'im," he remarked to me in a stentorian aside; "'ee don't giv' yer much chance of doin' it, does 'ee?"
Yer couldn't see more nor the length of your own nose, he said it was edication you wanted. As for 'im, 'ee said, 'ee'd have kep' it for you if you'd asked him, but you'd been like a bear with a sore 'ead, 'ee said, ever since Mrs. Moulsey's affair so 'ee didn't suppose you would." "Well, 'ee's about right there," said John, grimly; "ee's talkin' sense for onst when 'ee says that.
I don't care to know which of 'ee's done it. Let the other one go too, Mr Young. It's not worth while making a work about it." The midshipman obeyed, and going to a shelf in a corner, took down a torch made of small nuts strung on a palm-spine, struck a light, and kindled it. "Poor things," he said, "I'm sorry for them. They've had hard times here."
'Ee's a bishop, they ses someun from furrin parts." Bessie threw her good-night and climbed on. When she reached the cottage the lamp was flaming on the table and the fire was bright. Her lame boy had done all she had told him, and her miserable heart softened. She hurriedly put out some food for Isaac. Then she lit a candle and went up to look at the children.
"I'll show you the way for love, sir, if you ain't got no money," said the boy in a tone of mock sincerity, stepping up and touching his cap. "Let 'im alone, Bloater," cried another and smaller boy, "don't you see ee's one of the swell mob, an' don't want to 'ave too much attention drawed to him?"
"The boy went down at five with the rest. Don't yer bear 'im no malice. Ee's a poor sickly creetur, an the Lord an't give 'im the full use of his wits." George smiled at the poor thing's madness, and touched her kindly on the shoulder. "Don't you trouble yourself, Mary; all that can be done will be done for everybody. We are only giving Mr. Dixon another minute; then we go down.
Hawsomiver, aa niver thowt naw mair aboot it, nor mair did John, so ee needn't taak till we wur jest two mile from 'ere. An' ee's a gon' on sence! My! an' a larroping the poor beast like onything. Mrs. Thornburgh stood aghast at the calmness of this audacious recital.
"You're allus the same a mean-spirited feller, stannin' in your children's way! 'Ow do you know who old John's going to leave his money to? 'Ow do you know as he wouldn't leave it to them poor innercents" she waved her hand tragically towards the children playing in the road "if we was just a bit nice and friendly with him now 'ee's gettin' old?
Baptiste examined Frank's sturdy figure with much the same smile of approval that he might bestow upon a fine capon that he was preparing for the pot, and murmured out something like, "Bien, m'sieur. I sall be easy wid him if ee's a good boy." The foreman then said to Frank, "There, Frank, go with Baptiste, and he'll give you work enough." So Frank went dutifully off with the Frenchman.
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