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Jan felt as if his brain were on fire. "If 'ee'll get me the things, Master Chuter," he gasped, "and'll let me paint it in your place, I'll do it for 'ee for nothin'." The innkeeper was not insensible to this consideration, but his chief wish was to spite Master Linseed.
Holdin' night meetin's and wearin' butternut badges, and talkin' about resistin' draft. Hogs wintered well, and looks as if Pap'd have a nice drove to sell in the Fall. Pap'll put in 'bout 90 acres o' corn, and'll have to hustle his plowin' ez soon's the ground's fit. Little Sammy Woggles had a fight with Beecham's boy, who's six months older, and licked him.
"Mebbe they've got mixed up with the Kankakee boys on our left, and'll come in all right after awhile. Mebbe they're out with Shorty somewhere. I'll wait till he comes in. Harry, I expect me and you'd better dig poor Jim's grave. There's no tellin' how long we'll stay here. Jim 'd rather we put him under than strangers what don't know and care for him.
He's in there, and'll try to sneak out the back way." As Shorty ran around the corner he came face-to-face with a stalwart Irishman, one of the pluckiest of the squad brought from Jeffersonville. His face was drawn and white with fright, and he fumbled at his beads. "O, Corpril," he said, with chattering teeth, "Oi've jist sane the very divil himself, so Oi have.
"The skipper 've got a very queer temper, as you may see, sir; and if you don't come he'll lay the blame on to us; and'll think nothin' of takin' it out of us with a rope's-end." "Come up here into the top, both of you," commanded Leslie. "Never trouble about your skipper and his temper.
On Saturday morning after he had left the house at six o'clock, Fan started up from her cot and came to her mother's side at the table. "Mother, may I go out to the fields to-day?" she asked. "I know if I go straight along the Edgware Road I'll come to them soon. And I'll be home early." "No, Fan, don't you try it. It's too far and'll tire you, and you'd be hungry and maybe get lost."
You know how people keeps saying `What a changed man Johnson is! how respectable and clean he looks! how tidy he's dressed when he goes to church on a Sunday! you've only to look in his face to see he's a changed man. Now, I'll just tell you what we'll do, if you've a mind to stand by me and give me a help. It'll do him no harm in the end, and'll just take a little of the conceit out on him.
We may have quite a breeze come with the sun, and soon after catch sight of the Naughtylass bowling down to us. For, trust me, they'll see us fast enough. Young Mr Bob Howlett'll be up at the masthead spying out with his glass, see if he ain't. Better have a sleep, sir." "No, man, no; I'm too ill and miserable to sleep." "Then if you won't mind, sir, and'll give me leave, I will have a snooze.
And we'll see, too, how much money you've saved out of your salary, my man so you'll just not hear the wedding-bells calling for a couple of twelvemonths, and'll behave yourselves like good children in the meanwhile. There's a deal of things may happen in two years, I'm thinking."
Oh! it's dam cunnin', but it won't do the trick. I'll transport Tom Bakewell, sure as a gun. He shall travel, that man shall. Sorry for you, Mr. Feverel sorry you haven't seen how to treat me proper you, or yours. Money won't do everything no! it won't. It'll c'rrupt a witness, but it won't clear a felon. I'd ha' 'soused you, sir! You're a boy and'll learn better.
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