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Updated: June 25, 2025
I was shovin' Eve about the roads in the bath-chair, as you know I've bin doin' ever since I entered your service, w'en a gen'lem'n come up and axed all about us. `Would ye like a sitivation among the North Sea fishermen? says he. `The very ticket, says I. `Come to Lun'on to-night, then, says he. `Unpossible, says I, fit to bu'st wi' disappointment; `'cos I must first shove Miss Eve home, an' git hold of a noo shover to take my place. `All right, says he, laughin'; `come when you can.
What about the man in the street, the railway guard, the 'bus conductor, the "shover," the humbler clerks, and their womenfolk, who are patrons of the gallery; will they get beyond one visit? Can they recognize profound thoughts at first hearing, or at all? Are they able to distinguish beautiful blank verse from bombast?
On his face was a sneer of malevolent derision. Shiny the Shover bustled forward, all complaisance. "Pleased to meet youse, Mr. Durand." The gang politician's insolent eyes went up and down him. "I didn't come to see you." "'S all right. Glad to see youse, anyhow," the counterfeit passer went on obsequiously.
Here then the Sergeant was left, after being accorded another nip from the flask which, however, Neddy kept in his own hands this time and a whispered but vigorously worded exhortation to keep up his courage. Neddy, the Shover, and gentlemanly Mike tiptoed off to the window, on the right hand side of the door as one approached the house from the road.
"I am always conscious of that, Joe; the ramifications of public life are innumerable." "I could give you some rummikins abaht farmers. I once travelled in breeches." "You seem to have done a great many things Joe." "That's right, sir. I've been a sailor, a 'traveller, a waiter, a scene-shifter, and a shover, and I don't know which was the cushiest job.
"She said she guessed she'd 'lay down a spell'; said she was 'kind of tired. But afore she got upstairs scarcely, along comes that Black automobile with that Irish 'shover man' that's what they call 'em, ain't it? drivin' it and her in the back seat, and he gets out and comes and rings the front door bell, and when I answer it had my hands all plastered up with dough, I did, for I was makin' pie, and it took me the longest time to get 'em clean when I answered it he said that she said she wanted to see her and "
Pylotte had invented a very clever and consistent story about himself and his mission in New York, as well as about the meeting and being victimized by the counterfeit diamond shover, and Nick as yet saw no occasion for seriously distrusting him, or connecting him with the Kilgore gang.
The auto was standin' still at last. Part of me was hangin' over the lee rail. I could see out of the part, so I knew 'twas my head. And there alongside was my fish shanty at the P'int, goin' round and round in circles. "I undid the hatch of the cockpit and fell out on the sand. Then I scrambled up and caught hold of the shanty as it went past me. That fool shover watched me, seemin'ly interested.
Louie's the gent in the leather leggin's and north-pole outfit that comes around after Mr. Robert every night with the machine. Say, it's a reg'lar rollin' bay window, that car of Mr. Robert's! I wouldn't mind havin' one of that kind taggin' around after me. But if I was pickin' a shover I'd pass Louie by. He wears his nose too high in the air and is too friendly with himself to suit me.
"He went for'ard, takin' consider'ble time and hangin' on for dear life. But somehow or 'nuther he got the lights to goin'; and all the time I hazed him terrible. I was mate on an Australian packet afore I went fishin' to the Banks, and I can haze some. I blackguarded that shover awful. "'Ripperty-rip your everlastin' blankety-blanked dough head! I roared at him.
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