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| "What did 'e want to go and git the fair 'ump about?" | [11] |
| "What's she got hold of now?" | [21] |
| "You have lofty ambitions and the artistic temperament" | [37] |
| "They ain't on'y a lot o' sheep! I thought it was reciters, or somethink o' that" | [55] |
| "Mokestrians" | [75] |
| "Dear, dear! not a county family!" | [125] |
| "Well, he's had a sharp lesson,—there's no denying that". | [135] |
| "None of your humour here, mind!" | [155] |
| "I cann't get nothen done to 'en till the weather's a bit more hopen like" | [171] |
| "They haven't the patiensh for it" | [183] |
| "It must be a sort of animal, I suppose" | [193] |
| "I see him standing on the very brink of the precipice" | [209] |
| "To-night is ours!" | [225] |
| "Why the blazes don't ye take it?" | [239] |
| "Thash where 'tis, yer come on me too late!" | [251] |
| "'Ere, Florrie, you ain't croying, are yer?" | [271] |
DOING A CATHEDRAL.
(A Sketch From the Provinces.)
The interior of Dulchester Cathedral. Time—About 12.30. The March sunshine slants in pale shafts through the clerestory windows, leaving the aisles in shadow. From without, the cawing of rooks and shouts of children at play are faintly audible. By the West Door, a party of Intending Sightseers have collected, and the several groups, feeling that it would be a waste of time to observe anything in the building until officially instructed to do so, are engaged in eyeing one another with all the genial antipathy and suspicion of true-born Britons.
A Stodgy Sightseer (to his friend). Disgraceful, keeping us standing about like this! If I'd only known, I'd have told the head-waiter at the "Mitre" to keep back those chops till——