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"As I was saying, it's very kind of you all, but I can't wear 'em. Where's my others?" Mrs. Jobson hesitated. "Where's my others?" repeated her husband. "They're being took care of," replied his wife, with spirit. "Aunt Emma's minding 'em for you and you know what she is. H'sh! Alf! Alf! I'm surprised at you!" Mr. Jobson coughed. "It's the collar, mother," he said at last.
"H'sh!" said the nurse, coming forward hastily. "You must leave the room, sir. I can't have you exciting my patient." Hardy bestowed an indignant glance at the invalid. "Get out!" said that gentleman, with extraordinary fierceness for one in his weak condition. "In future, nurse, I won't have this person admitted to my room." "Yes, yes; certainly," said the nurse.
And whenever I see as he was getting tired I just said, 'H'sh! and 'e'd start agin as fresh as ever. He tumbled to it at last, and went aboard shaking 'is little fist at me and telling me wot he'd do to me if it wasn't for the lor. "I kept by the gate as soon as I came on dooty next evening, just to give 'im a little smile as 'e went out.
H'sh!" breathed Mr. Purnip, tilting his hat and wiping his bald, benevolent head. "I forgot," said the other, with something like a sigh. "No more fighting; but suppose somebody hits me?" "Turn the other cheek," replied Mr. Purnip. "They won't hit that; and when they see you standing there smiling at them " "After being hit?" interrupted Mr. Billing.
She assists him into the canoe and his head sinks on her lap, as with vigorous strokes of her paddle she propels the canoe toward a small island fringed with palm trees." "Here, look 'ere " began the overwrought Mr. Boxer. "H'sh, h'sh!" ejaculated the keenly interested Mr. Thompson. "W'y don't you keep quiet?" "The picture fades," continued the old man. "I see another: a native wedding.
He was accustomed, too, to a shaded light, a quiet room, and a warning H'sh! h'sh! whenever people forgot themselves sufficiently to make the slightest noise. Here the great yellow light flared all the time, and every one of the noisy creatures at whose hands he endured so much was within a few feet of him. So he lifted up his voice and wept.
"Verslun!" breathed the strained voice of the youngster. "Are you there?" "Well?" I asked. "H'sh!" he murmured. "We are right near the spot, Verslun. If Kaipi climbs up on your shoulders to this place I think the two of us could pull you up. Are you willing?" "Come on, Kaipi," I whispered, and the Fijian climbed nimbly upon me and moved up into the void above. "Now, Verslun," muttered Holman.
The Fair Emily is yours, sir." "The fair who?" cried Mrs. Chalk, in a terrible voice. "Emily who? Emily what?" Captain Brisket turned and regarded her in amazement. "Emily who?" repeated Mrs. Chalk. "Why, it's " began Brisket. "H'sh!" said Mr. Chalk, desperately. "It's a secret." "It's a secret," said Captain Brisket, nodding calmly at Mrs. Chalk.
I've had enough chaff about it as it is." Miss Pilbeam stole to the door of the next room and peeped stealthily in. Not a sound came from the cupboard, and a horrible idea that the prisoner might have been suffocated set her trembling with apprehension. "H'sh!" she whispered. An eager but stifled "H'st!" came from the cup-board, and Miss Pilbeam, her fears allayed, stepped softly into the room.
"H'sh! yourself," she ses, shouting. "I've done nothing to be ashamed of. I don't go to meet other people's husbands in a blue 'at with red roses. I don't write 'em love-letters, and say 'H'sh! to my wife when she ventures to make a remark about it. I may work myself to skin and bone for a man wot's old enough to know better, but I'm not going to be trod on. Dorothy, indeed!
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