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When she was half-way up she met a neighbour. "Have yer seen Isaac?" Bessie asked her, panting. "'Ee's at the Club, arn't 'ee?" said the woman. "Well, they won't be up yet. Jim tolt me as Muster Perris" Muster Perris was the vicar of Clinton Magna "'ad got a strange gen'leman stayin' with 'im, and was goin' to take him into the Club to-night to speak to 'em.
Williams' latest song on the phonograph when he received the bullet wound. Death was instantaneous, the doomed man dyin' with a smile on his lips. Mr. Williams' singin' makes death easy an' desirable. "What, suh? You is! Sam, fetch the gen'leman some o' the firewater, the non-company brand, Sam. All right, say when. Aw, shucks, that ain't enough to wet a cat's whiskers. Say when again.
So I was bound to come in like a gen'leman, sir, and here I am!" He threw himself in an unproffered chair and stared at Breeze. "I'm afraid," said Breeze dryly, "that, nevertheless, I never knew who you were, and that even now I am ignorant whom I am addressing."
'The gen'leman as is com'd to the Brunswick, I 'spose, replied Tom; 'at least as is comin', for I've not heard that he's com'd yet. 'Oh, but he has, replied Mr. Waffles, 'and I make no doubt will be out to-morrow. 'S o o, observed Tom, in a long drawled note. 'Well, now! do you think you can engage to give us a run? asked Mr.
"Lord-sakes, sir, yer doesn't mean for to say, sir, as a well-growed young gen'leman like yerself, sir, as is a naval gent, sir, as I can see with arf an eye, haven't heard tell o' he? Well, sir, he were port admiral here, sir, a matter of eight or ten year ago, sir, yezsir; and, wot's more, sir, he were the tautest old sea porkypine ye'd fetch across `in a blue moon, as sailor folk say!
"In the car between this and the dining-car, there's a Mr. Hilliard," she announced when the porter arrived. "Please ask him to come and speak to Mrs. May." "Yes, miss, I'll tell the gen'leman with pleasure," replied the elderly negro, trotting off to cry aloud a name more or less resembling Hilliard.
Then Mr Robarts got into his gig, and as he drove out of the yard he heard the words of the men as they returned to the same subject. "Footed it all the way," said one. "And yet he's a gen'leman, too," said the other. Mr Robarts thought of this as he drove on, intending to call at Hogglestock on that very day on his way home.
But I won't never be hard on no buy as wants to make a honest livin'. So you be hoff! I'll show the old gen'leman where he wants to go to. BILL moves two paces, and takes a sight at him. Tho. The Lord be praised! Dosto know eawr Mattie then? James. It's the dooty of a detective hofficer to know every girl in his beat. Bill. My eye! there's a oner! Tho. Tak mo to her, sir, an' aw'll pray for yo.
He passed quickly into his room, shut the door sharply, and lit the gas. But he presently heard the door of the locked room open, a man's voice, slightly elevated by liquor and opposition, saying, "I know what's due from one gen'leman to 'nother" a querulous, objecting voice saying, "Hole on! not now," and a fainter feminine protest, all of which were followed by a rap on his door.
And there was our good friend Barraclough, the porter, to salute and welcome us in the courtyard. "There's a gen'leman writing you a letter upstairs," said he to Raffles. "It's Mr. Garland, sir, so I took him up." "Teddy!" cried Raffles, and took the stairs two at a time. I followed rather heavily. It was not jealousy, but I did feel rather critical of this mushroom intimacy.
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