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'Ged, I've forestalled you, cried the courtier. 'Sink me, but it gives me real pain. He is mine. 'Then this, said the other, pointing with his whip. 'He is mine, too. Heh, heh, heh! Strike me stiff, but this is too funny! 'Od's wounds! How many are yours! cried the Dulverton squire. 'A dozen. Heh, heh! A round dozen. All those who stand upon this side.
"Plumb," replied Hal, with his most amiable expression. "So far as any immediate decision is concerned." "Less ged oud," said Mr. Mintz to his colleagues. They got out. Mintz was last to go. He came over to Hal. "I lyg your story," he said. "I lyg to see a feller stand up for his bizniz against the vorlt. I'm a Jew. I hope you lose but goot luck!" He held out his hand. Hal took it. "Mr.
I thing you will go, et I thing Miguel will go, et Joe everybody, I thing mais, hof course, not if they not have been christen'. Even I thing some niggers will go." "Jools," said the parson, stopping in his walk "Jools, I DON'T want to lose my niggah." "You will not loose him. With Baptiste he CANNOT ged loose." But Colossus's master was not reassured.
'Nay, noan so, Gronny. God cornd love Job better nor I loved him. 'But he willn't ged crushed in a coile seam i' heaven; naa, lass, will he? 'Thaa's reet, Gronny, he willn't. But if He mak's us work here, why does He kill us o'er th' job, as he's killed mi little lad? 'Thaa mun ax Mr. Penrose that, lass; I'm no scholard. 'Aw'll tell thee what it is, Gronny.
"You have an unpleasant way of putting it," said Ezra, with a forced laugh; "but you have the idea right." "I have another idea as well," roared the old soldier, flushing purple with passion. "I've an idea that if I was twinty years younger I'd see whether you'd fit through that window, Master Girdlestone. Ged!
'All but that eighteen month thaa were away i' Yorksur, when th' cotton panic were on, thaa knows, lad. 'Yi, lass, aw know. Naa let me ged on wi' mi tale. Well, as aw were sayin', Mr. Penrose, I come in these parts as cut-looker at th' Brig Factory, and th' fust lass as brought her piece to me were Betty yonder. 'Thaa'rt wrang agen, Malachi.
Challenge me to a game of cat's cradle? Or does he want to settle the business at draughts, three best out o' five?" "Now you know dern well, Hen," said the other, as some of the listeners laughed loudly at Mr. Sherwood's sally, "that old Ged Raffer will never lock horns with you 'ceptin' it's in court, where he'll have the full pertection of the law, and a grain the best of it into the bargain."
But the workmen, fearing that stereotyping would eventually ruin their trade, purposely made errors, and, when their masters were absent, battered the type, so that the only two prayer-books completed were suppressed by authority, and the plates destroyed. Upon this the art got into disrepute, and Ged, after much ill-treatment, returned to Edinburgh, impoverished and disheartened.
One of me rules of life has been niver to know a blackgaird, and so, me young friend, from this day forth you and I go on our own roads. Ged! I'm not particular, but 'you must draw the line somewhere, as me frind, Charlie Monteith, of the Indian Horse, used to say I when he cut his father-in-law. I draw it at you."
When he and I were souldiering in Canada he was vexed at the allowance which he had from ould Sir Oliver, his uncle, not turning up at the right time. 'Ged, Toby, he says to me, 'I'll warm the old rascal up. So he sits down and writes a letter to his uncle, in which he told him his unbusiness-like ways would be the ruin of them, and more to the same effect.
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