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Gor A'mity, said he, 'oh massa, oh Miss Sally, oh! 'What on airth is the matter with you? said Sally; 'how you do frighten me; I vow I believe you'r mad. 'Oh my Gor, said he, 'oh! massa Jim Munroe he hang himself, on the ash saplin' under Miss Sally's window oh my Gor! That shot was a settler, it struck poor Sall right atwixt wind and water; she gave a lurch ahead, then healed over and sunk right down in another faintin' fit; and Juno, old Snow's wife, carried her off and laid her down on the bed.
"I say, you know, you there, I wish you wouldn't mind being quiet a bit. My wife says she can't get the children to sleep. It's too bad, you know, 'pon my word it is." "Gor on," the corncrake would answer surlily. "You keep your wife herself quiet; that's enough for you to do." And on he would go again worse than before. Then a mother blackbird, from a little further off, would join in the fray.
"We've had the old one too long," a red-shirted six-footer bellowed. "Fresh blood for me. We want sidewalks and clean streets." This provoked a chorus of "Aye! Aye! That's the ticket, pard," until a satirical voice exclaimed, "Clean streets and sidewalks! Gor a'mighty. He's dreamin' o' Heaven!" A roar of laughter echoed round the town at this sally. It was repeated everywhere.
At about six, when Harris knocked to say that supper was ready, she came out, holding the old German cologne bottle in her hand. "He gave me that," she said, and fondled the bottle against her cheek; then, suddenly she pushed it into Harris's face. "Kiss it!" she commanded, and giggled shrilly. Harris jumped back with a screech. "Gor!" he said; and his knees hit together.
Well, the last bishkit was sarved out, and by gor the wather itself was all gone at last, and we passed the night mighty cowld; well, at the brake o' day the sun riz most beautifully out o' the waves, that was as bright as silver and as clear as chrystal.
His altered appearance, the black overcoat and the scarf which hid his dress clothes, called for many a "Gor blime" or "Strike me dead." Women caught his arm and wrestled with him, roughs tried to push him from the pavement and were amazed at his good humor. In Union Street he first met little red-haired Chris Denham and asked of her the news.
'Come November, I lodged with Jim in the outside room over 'gainst his hen-house. I paid her my rent. I was workin' for Dockett at Pounds gettin' chestnut-bats out o' Perry Shaw. Just such weather as this be rain atop o' rain after a wet October. The water was lyin' in the flats already. "Gor a-mighty, Jesse!" he bellers out at me, "get that rubbish away all manners you can.
He holds the belt for cussin' in this part of the country. Well, he let it all out of him before he'd finished with the Black. Ha, ha, ha, ha! I can hear him still, with the sweat running off his face like oats spilling from a feed bag. I says to Paddy, 'Rub his nose a bit, for I could see it was more nervousness with the horse than sheer deviltry. 'With what? says Paddy, 'the hammer? Be gor!
I seem to remember four but I was never down in the centre of town for these; for many raids I was in the GOR but for two I was in a pub, The George in Crownhill; I recall the noise of the planes and of the exploding bombs and shells and seeing the fires over the city with the occasional brighter redder flare-ups as planes crashed.
"You are never going to die, Mr. Herbert Wain ... you understand?... Never going to die, unless you get killed in an accident or starve." I jerked up my hand to stop my friend. Wain stared incredulously. Then he burst into a roar of laughter and smacked his thigh. "Gor lumme!" he exclaimed, "if that ain't rich. Never going to die! Live for ever! Strike me, if that ain't a notion!"
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