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"'Ow d'ye know I 'aven't bin at 'em all?" asked the boy with an impudent look. "Well, you know, you couldn't have been at the mothers' meetings, Bobby." "Oh! for the matter o' that, no more could you." "True, but I've heard of them all many and many a time; but come, tell me all about it. How did you come to go near the Home of Industry at all after refusing so often to go with me?"
"I know a chap wot's met 'im and talked to 'im. She can't marry you while he's alive, can she?" "Certainly not," ses George Hatchard, trembling all over; "but are you sure you 'aven't made a mistake?" "Certain sure," ses Alf. "It's too good to be true," ses George Hatchard. "O' course it is," ses Alf, "but she won't know that.
I helped to make him presentable as he bellowed his woes into my ear. "No bloomin' grub this mornin'," he said. "Left my breakfast till I'd come back, and 'aven't no time for it now. Anyway I'm going out on the march; no light duties for me. I know what they are." He was still protesting against the hardships of things as he swung out of sight round the corner of the street.
"Aye, aw've heerd o' Gordon a bit," said Holgate dubiously, intent to further anger the Beetle, as Henry Withers was called. "Ow yus, ow verily yus! An' y've 'eard o' Julius Caesar, an' Nebucha'nezzar, an' Florence Noightingyle, 'aven't you you wich is chiefly bellyband and gullet." "Aye, aw've eaten too mooch to-day," rejoined Holgate placidly, refusing to see insult.
"'Ere we got three lines of trenches, all of 'em wired up so that a rat couldn't get through without scratchin' hisself to death. Fritzie's got better wire than wot we 'ave, an' more of it. An' 'e's got more machine guns, more artill'ry, more shells. They ain't any little old man-killer ever invented wot they 'aven't got more of than we 'ave.
If you ask me, sir, I would s'y as chairs is wooden and walls stone an' brick for the comfort of their betters, an' that they 'aven't any too much discretion as it is, let alone talking." "Nelton," said Lewis, "I've been waiting to ask you something. I wonder if you could tell me." "Can't s'y in the dark," said Nelton. "It's this," said Lewis.
"Oh, Lacville is a very safe place!" answered Madame Wachner, laughing her jovial laugh. "Still, considering all the money made by the Casino, it is too bad they 'aven't made a more splendid what do you call it ?" " Approach," said L'Ami Fritz, in his deep voice, and Chester turned, rather surprised. It was the first word he had heard Monsieur Wachner utter.
It was forcible, and served its purpose that should suffice. "Under ordinary conditions she would 'ave passed the island about the 31st?" continued Bulmer. "Yes. Confound it, 'aven't I bin cablin' there every two days for a fortnight or more? B'lieve me or not, Dickey, it cut me to the 'eart to keep you in the dark about Iris. But I begun it, like an ijjit, an' kep' on with it."
Twitt shook her head again "But ye're spared a deal o' worrit, seein' ye 'aven't a husband nor childer to drive ye silly.
He took off 'is clothes very slowly and then 'e put one foot in and stood shivering, although Smith, who felt the water with his 'and, said it was quite warm. Then Lewis put the other foot in and began to walk about careful, 'arf-way up to 'is knees. "I can't find it," he ses, with 'is teeth chattering. "You 'aven't looked," ses Mr. Cutts; "walk about more; you can't expect to find it all at once.
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