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'Boss eye!' She was tremendously excited, laughing and singing, keeping the whole company in an uproar. In her jollity she had changed hats with Tom, and he in her big feathers made her shriek with laughter. LOSS I SHE WAS TREMENDOUSLY EXCITED LAUGHING AND SINGING KEEPING THE WHOLE COMPANY IN AN UPROAR IN HER JOLLITY SHE HAD CHANGED HATS WITH TOM AND HE IN HER BIG FEATHERS MADE HER SHRIEK WITH LAUGHTER
e said. 'I can't,' he answered. 'I'm not a singin' sort.' At which Blakeston got up and offered to sing again. 'Tom is rather a soft,' said Liza to herself, 'not like that cove Blakeston.' They repaired to the public-house to have a few last drinks before the brake started, and when the horn blew to warn them, rather unsteadily, they proceeded to take their places. Liza, as she scrambled up the steps, said: 'Well, I believe I'm boozed.' The coachman had arrived at the melancholy stage of intoxication, and was sitting on his box holding his reins, with his head bent on his chest. He was thinking sadly of the long-lost days of his youth, and wishing he had been a better man. Liza had no respect for such holy emotions, and she brought down her fist on the crown of his hat, and bashed it over his eyes. 'Na then, old jellybelly,' she said, 'wot's the good of 'avin' a fice as long as a kite?' He turned round and smote her. 'Jellybelly yerself!' said he. 'Puddin' fice!' she cried. 'Kite fice! S SITTING QUIETLY BY HER SIDE GIVE US A SONG OLD COCK SHE SAID I CAN'T HE ANSWERED I'M NOT A SINGING SORT AT WHICH BLAKESTON GOT UP AND OFFERED TO SING AGAIN TOM IS RATHER A SOFT SAID LIZA TO HERSELF NOT LIKE THAT COVE BLAKESTON THEY REPAIRED TO THE PUBLIC HOUSE TO HAVE A FEW LAST DRINKS BEFORE THE BREAK STARTED AND WHEN THE HORN BLEW TO WARM THEM RATHER UNSTEADILY THEY PROCEEDED TO TAKE THEIR PLACES LIZA SHE SCRAMBLED UP THE STEPS SAID WELL I BELIEVE I'M BOOZED THE COACHMAN HAD ARRIVED AT THE MELANCHOLY STAGE OF INTOXICATION AND WAS SITTING ON HIS BOX HOLDING HIS REINS WITH HIS HEAD BENT ON HIS CHEST HE WAS THINKING SADLY OF THE LONG LOST DAYS OF HIS YOUTH AND WISHING HE HAD BEEN A BETTER MAN LIZA HAD NO RESPECT FOR SUCH HOLY EMOTIONS AND SHE BROUGHT DOWN HER FIST ON THE CROWN OF HIS HAT AND BASHED OVER HIS EYES NOW THEN OLD JELLY BELLY SHE SAID WHAT'S THE GOOD OF HAVING A FACE AS LONG AS A KITE HE TURNED ROUND AND SMOTE HER JELLY BELLY YOURSELF SAID HE PUDD'N FACE SHE CRIED KITE FACE
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