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"Thar an't a mite o' intentional cruelty in them; it's jes' that life is held cheap. Most o' them begun over some small thing like an election." "There were quite a number of them, Uncle Eli, weren't there?" "One ran into the other so easily that one feud would often look like half a dozen, an' trouble would be goin' on in various places. But there were really seven of them, all big ones."
'Well then, don't you be cowed. You're clever, Arthur, an't you? He nodded, as she seemed to expect an answer in the affirmative. 'Then stand up against them! She's awful clever, and none but a clever one durst say a word to her. HE'S a clever one oh, he's a clever one! and he gives it her when he has a mind to't, he does! 'Your husband does? 'Does?
'The night-nurse, she observed, 'from Kingsgate Street, well beknown to Mrs Prig the day-nurse, and the best of creeturs. How is the poor dear gentleman to-night? If he an't no better yet, still that is what must be expected and prepared for.
Gummidge, in great mental distress. 'It's far from right that I should do it, said Mrs. Gummidge. 'It an't a fit return. I had better go into the house and die. I am a lone lorn creetur', and had much better not make myself contrary here. If thinks must go contrary with me, and I must go contrary myself, let me go contrary in my parish.
He looked so wise, so proud, and so important, upon the occasion; and wanted to take so much consideration about them Would take them home if I pleased and weigh them well and so forth and the like and all that that I had no patience with him, and snatched them back with anger. O dear! to be so angry, an't please me, for his zeal!
Thar, Andy, you may have dat ar bone, tan't picked quite clean." Sam's audience hanging on his words with open mouth, he could not but proceed. "Dis yer matter 'bout persistence, feller-niggers," said Sam, with the air of one entering into an abstruse subject, "dis yer 'sistency 's a thing what an't seed into very clar, by most anybody. But let's look inter it.
"I fear me that it an't worth picking up," replied the trapper, fingering the shining particles. "Leastwise I once collected a bag o' the same an' showed it to a man in the settlements who got the credit o' bein' a knowin' fellow in regard to metals. He told me it was somethin' that I don't remember the name of, but worth nothing, so I heaved it away."
"Pray, what iniquity has turned up now?" said he. "What now? why, those folks have whipped Prue to death!" said Miss Ophelia, going on, with great strength of detail, into the story, and enlarging on its most shocking particulars. "I thought it would come to that, some time," said St. Clare, going on with his paper. "Thought so! an't you going to do anything about it?" said Miss Ophelia.
I remember that!" cried Banter; "You lugged out before the ladies; and I commend you for so doing, because you had an opportunity of showing your manhood without running any risk." "Risk!" said the other with a fierce countenance, "d n my blood! I fear no risks. I an't afraid of lugging out against any man that wears a head, d-me!
I tell you one thing, Black John, or Anselo, for t'other an't your name, the same thing I told the young man here: be civil, or you will rue it." The fellow looked at the girl furiously, but his glance soon quailed before hers; he withdrew his eyes, and cast them on my little horse, which was feeding amongst the trees. "What's this?" said he, rushing forward and seizing the animal.
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