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Ginger and Peter was both fast asleep, with their eyes screwed up and their mouths wide open, and 'e sat on the bed and looked at the locket until he was a'most dazzled. "'Ullo, Sam!" ses a voice. "Wot 'ave you got there?" Sam nearly fell off the bed with surprise and temper. Then 'e hid the locket in his 'and and blew out the candle. "Who gave it to you?" ses Ginger.
He went at his usual deliberate gait, a notable figure of seamanlike respectability and efficiency. Upon his big, shaven face a rather stolid tranquility reigned. Bill, leaning against a corner of the galley, looked up at him carelessly. "'Ullo, Dan," he greeted him. "Hullo, Bill," responded Dan. "I bin talkin' to the Dago." "Oh, 'ave yer?" said Bill.
However, something had to be done; so up he jumped and, holding up his hands, yelled, "Stop! stop! I am a friend of the British." "'Ullo, 'ere's another bloomin' ghazi! 'ave at 'im, Bill!" was the brisk rejoinder, in the familiar tongue of a British soldier of the 17th Foot. And "'ave at 'im" they most assuredly would, had not a British officer arrived in the very nick of time.
"'Ullo!" said the youth. "Hullo, Alphonso!" said George. "My name's not Alphonso." "Well, you be very careful or it soon may be." "Got a note for yer. From Lidy Mord." "You'll find some cake and ginger-ale in the kitchen," said the grateful George. "Give it a trial." "Not 'arf!" said the stripling. George opened the letter with trembling and reverent fingers.
It was quite light here from a nearby street lamp, and the owner of the whistle, a young man, fashionably dressed, decidedly unsteady on his legs, and just opposite the door as they came out, had stopped both his whistle and his progress along the street to stare at them owlishly. "'Ullo!" said the young man thickly. "What'sh all this about eh?
It's a mistake, Ashburn, it's a mistake for impulsive, hot-tempered men like you to turn schoolmaster leave it to cold, impassive fellows who don't care enough about the boys to be sensitive or partial they're the men to stand the life! Here a demon voice shrilled, ''Ullo, Shellfish, Old Shells, yah! through the keyhole, and his footsteps were heard down the flags outside running for dear life.
Mr Justice Darling will, no doubt, enjoy himself hugely on the day on which an armed policeman first holds up his motor-car, and addresses him: "'Ullo, you blasted old Bolshevik, come off the perch, and quick about it, and put up the 'Idden 'And!" There are some judges who would complain to the Home Office, if such a thing happened to them. Mr Justice Darling, however, has a keen sense of humour.
"A good name too; only it weren't his. He was a gen'lem'n born, sir, as had gone maskewerading. One of our officers knowed him at 'ome, reckonises him, steps up, 'olds out his 'and right off, and says he, ''Ullo, Norrie, old chappie! he says. The other was coming up, as bold as look at it; didn't seem put out that's where blood tells, sir!
He must have fallen asleep again, for, when he opened his eyes, there was the clown at the foot of his bed making a face. ''Ullo! said the clown; 'I say, are you the nice little boy I was told to come and stay with? 'Yes, yes, said Tommy; 'I am so glad to see you. I'm just going to get up. 'I know you are, said the clown, and upset him out of bed into the cold bath.
''Ullo, Bob, said his brother-in-law; 'come along 'ome an' get to bed, there's a good chap. You'll be awright in the mornin'. 'She ain't turned up, Bob complained, 'or else I've missed 'er. This is the reg'lar place where I alwis used to meet 'er. But she'll come tomorrer. She used to leave me in the lurch sometimes, bein' nach'rally larky. But very good-'arted, mindjer; very good-'arted.
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