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He was a-going to the the-a-tre he said." "And who was going with him, Sarah?" "Oh, no one. Only his mamma and sister, and them sort. He's all right he is." And then Mary Snow did take the letter. "And I'll come for the answer when you're settling the room after breakfast to-morrow?" said the girl. "No; I don't know. I sha'n't send any answer at all.
And if you want to know about number four, and that boy, why, shiver my timbers! isn't he a hostage? Are we a-going to waste a hostage? No, not us; he might be our last chance, and I shouldn't wonder. Kill that boy? not me, mates! And number three? Ah, well, there's a deal to say to number three.
Lewis Robards would have picked a fuss with the Angel Gabriel, let alone a fire-eater like Andrew Jackson. Give the devil his due. But all the same, if Andrew Jackson does try to chastise Peter Cartwright for what he said last night, there's a-going to be trouble. Now mark my word! I know as well, and better than any of you, that Peter is only a boy.
"Well, dame, I've had a little gal o' my own, but ain't likely to have another unless I takes this one," said Coomber, with a little more courage, "and so I ain't a-going to lose this chance; for I do want a little gal." "Oh, that's all very well; but you ain't no call to take this child that's no ways your own. She can go to the workus, you know. Peters'll take her by-and-by.
Where were you a-going to go?" "To join father at the war." "Hah! I thought as much," cried the old soldier, triumphantly, and looking as though he credited himself with a grand discovery. "And now you see what comes of not doing what you are told. I've just catched you on the hop, and it's lucky for you it's me and not the master himself. So, now then, it's clear enough what I've got to do."
But there was one comfort for her. None knew of her weakness. Her mind had vacillated like a shuttlecock, but no one had seen the vacillation. She was in his hands, and she must simply do as he bade her. Then she went down to Mrs Baggett's room, and told the old lady to go up-stairs at her master's behest. "I'm a-going," said Mrs Baggett. "I'm a-going.
And what was good enough for Jim O'Neil's wife was good enough for his kid and is good enough to-day. Now I've got him, and I'm a-going to lug him back by the scruff of the neck, if need be!" Agnes felt her lip trembling. What should she do? If Neale came right away, this awful man would take him away as he said "by the scruff of his neck." And what would happen to poor Neale?
"I made bold to think, if you 'ad 'appened to been a-going to bathe, the only quiet place in the 'ouse " she murmured, in semi-detached sentences, and put her hand to her brow. For a moment I really think the outrageous absurdity of the situation did goad me to the tottering point of rebellion.
"Why, building up the fires," said Marco, "to set the engine a-going. They call it firing up." Just at this moment there broke forth a loud and hoarse hissing from the steam-pipe, and a dense column of white vapor began to ascend, which mingled its snowy volumes, in a beautiful manner, with the dark masses of the smoke. "They are blowing off the steam," said Marco.
Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region.
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