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John's character pretty thoroughly and despised him accordingly. "I thought Marion might be around here." "She aint been yeah to-day, sah. She an' Jack was out on de bay in dat awful storm yesterday and I reckon it was most too much fo' dem." "Out in that awful storm! It's a wonder the boat didn't upset." "Da was ober to de wrack when de big blow came." "Did they stay there?"
"It's all true," she said to herself, "there aint no manner of use in denying it, or turning my face from it it's true it's the will o' the Lord. My mother said to me her as was a Simpson and married a Phipps she said when my father died, 'Patty, it's the will o' the Lord. I didn't like, somehow, to hear her say it the will o' the Lord seemed so masterful like, so crushing like, so cruel.
They made a raid down South, I hear, last month, and burnt half a dozen Mexican villages, and they would make short work with you if they came across you anywhere near their country. However, I suppose you aint going to be fool enough to go that way, especially as I see you have got two green hands with you." "They are old enough to be useful," Dave said.
Didn't it all come from the Golden Wave, and aint I the first mate of that craft?" "To be sure you are, Lesher." "They can't make me take a back seat," went on the mate. His head was still far from clear. "I told them that you were second in command Captain Blossom being first but they wouldn't listen. They said they were on land, and you didn't count."
Lieders wiped her eyes, saying: "Oh, yes, Danke schon, I aint afraid 'cause I tied him with the rope, righd good, so he don't got no chance to move. He was make faces at me all the time I tied him." At the remembrance, the tears welled anew. Mrs. Olsen, a little bright tinted woman with a nose too small for her big blue eyes and chubby cheeks, quivered with indignant sympathy.
When we were children, our old nurse, Margaret Hannah, used to frighten us into good behaviour by saying ominously, "If you 'uns aint good your Uncle William'll cotch you." What he would do to us when he "cotched" us she never specified, probably reasoning that the unknown was always more terrible than the known. My private opinion in those days was that he would boil us in oil and pick our bones.
"Well, there is one thing we shall have to be very careful when we are out in boats, for if we were to run upon a sunken log and knock a hole in the boat's bottom, there would not be much chance of our ever reaching the shore." "You are about right there, sir. I aint afraid of Malays, but it gives me the creeps down my back when I think of one of them chaps getting hold of me by the leg.
You make a start to-day, and I'll come ahint and take the pull to-morrow. Ha' you got anythin' to boil down in, Fleda? There's a potash kittle somewheres, aint there? I guess there is. There is in most houses." "There is a large kettle I suppose large enough," said Fleda. "That'll do, I guess. Well, what do you calculate to put the syrup in?
"I can take the 'oss werry safely, your 'onor." "Take him, then, and good evening; but don't get on, for your life." "Oh, no, sir; I never gets on, 't aint in my ways." And Beck slowly led the horse through the crowd, till he vanished from Percival's eyes. Just then a man passing through the street paused as he saw the young gentleman on the steps of the club, and said gayly, "Ah! how do you do?
The old gentleman sends heaps of things, and is rather wearin, but means wal, and it aint my place to say nothin. My bread is riz, so no more at this time. I send my duty to Mr. March, and hope he's seen the last of his Pewmonia. Yours respectful, Hannah Mullet Head Nurse of Ward No. 2,
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