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Yo remember it wor a dull evenin' yesterday an' it wor gettin' dark, though it worn't dark. It wor not much after fower, by my old watch but I couldn't see 'im at all plain. I wor in Top-End field you know? as leads up to that road.
But I'll beat them yet, the public is on my side, and if it worn't for them 'ere boys, I'd say that the public could be helevated. They calls me "the genius," and they is right. Then something seemed to go out like a flame, the face grew dim, and changed expression. 'It is 'ere all right, he said, no longer addressing Hubert, but speaking to himself, 'and since it is there, it must come out.
"What cheer, covies?" cried he before he was well in the room. "She's come back!" "Who your mother?" said Jack. "Yaas," said Billy; "worn't she jolly neither? She give me a wipin' last night same as I never got." And when we came to look at our queer visitor he bore about his face and person undoubted marks of the truth of this story. "What a shame it is!" I said to Jack.
And thicky with her bows down under, being towed by the stern to keep her from swamping entire. If it worn't for them bulk'eads un wouldn't never have made the Sound."
'Aye top o' the stairs right-'and side, groaned John. 'An John locked it hisself, an tuk the key? Saunders proceeded. John plucked at his neck again, and, dumbly, held out the key. 'An there worn't nothin wrong wi the lock when yo opened it, John? 'Nothin, Muster Saunders I'll take my davy. Saunders ruminated.
'Who came in the chaise, L'Amour? demanded Milly. 'What chaise? spluttered the beldame tartly. 'The chaise that came last night, past two o'clock, said Milly. 'That's a lie, and a damn lie! cried the beldame. 'There worn't no chaise at the door since Miss Maud there come from Knowl. I stared at the audacious old menial who could utter such language.
Lord forgive me that I should be chitterin' 'ere about marryin' over a buryin'! but that's the trouble an' it's the trouble all the world over, wimmin wantin' a man, an' mad for their lives when they thinks another woman's arter 'im! Eh, eh! We should all get along better if there worn't no wimmin jealousies, but bein' men we've got to put up with 'em. Are ye goin' now, Mister?
"Coorious; I thought it was here I left it; but I niver had a good mimory for locality. Och! the number of times I was used to miss the way to school in Ould Ireland, though I thravelled it so often and knowed it so well! Surely an' it worn't under this rock I putt it, it must have bin under a relation. Faix, an' it was. Here ye are, me hearty, come along hoop!"
Then, Lord what's-'is-name, he's falled in love with the mountain-tops, an' is for ever tryin' to get at 'em, in which he would succeed, for he's a plucky young feller, if it worn't for that snob who's got charge of 'im Mister Lumbard whose pecooliarity lies in preferrin' every wrong road to the right one.
"No, I didn't," said Tom, whose strong point was evidently not in standing cross-examination. "That's where you're wrong again. You're all wrong." "You knew he was there, at any rate," said Riddell. "No, I didn't. You're wrong agin. You don't know what you're talkin' about. How could I know he was there, when I worn't there myself?" "What! did he get in while you were away?" "In course he did.
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