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The rain was pouring down when Mr. Burnet's boat arrived at Littlebourne Lock. Cries of joy greeted Juliet as soon as her relations saw her. Mr. Rowles was full of gruff thanks to the gentlemen, and begged the whole party to go inside the house until the rain should cease. For there was bright sky beyond the black clouds, and the shower would soon be over.
All clearness departed from my ideas; everything seemed to revolve in a black haze, and I experienced such utter lassitude that it seemed almost a relief to leave off hoping. "They haven't spared the material," said one of the undertaker's men in a gruff voice. "The box is too long." "He'll have all the more room," said the other, laughing.
"Glad ye come. Ye'll find everything all ready for ye! 'Mandy has a fire goin', an' th' chowder's hot." "Who is he?" asked Mrs. Nelson, in a whisper. "Old Tin-Back," replied her husband. "He's a lobsterman and a character. I engaged his wife to clean the cottage, and be here when you arrived." "Yes, I'm Old Tin-Back," replied the man with a gruff but not unpleasant laugh.
All was open now, and under the arched gateway, with the portcullis over her head, fitly framing her, stood the tall, gaunt figure of the lady, grayer, thinner, more haggard than when Grisell had last seen her, and beside her, leaning on a crutch, a white-faced boy, small and stunted for six years old. "Ha, dame! Ha, Bernard; how goes it?" shouted the Baron in his gruff, hoarse voice.
He picked up his mitt and took his position at first with a gruff word to his players. Rand for Chicago opened with a hit, and the bleachers, ready to strike fire, began to cheer and stamp. When McCloskey, in an attempt to sacrifice, beat out his bunt the crowd roared. Rand, being slow on his feet, had not attempted to make third on the play. Hutchinson sacrificed, neatly advancing the runners.
The baby's Sunday visit to the ship, the Sunday dinner in the cabin, the presents of delicacies that followed, even from the gruff mate, made me feel that under all this roughness lay a tender humanity. Away out here, three thousand miles from home, the same sort of people lived as those I had left behind me. Then came this message: St. Helens, October 7th, 1852.
Now he was ready to faint when a loud guffaw, which echoed from one end of the horrible place to the other, greeted his timid request. "Citizen Rateau!" the same gruff voice called out hilariously. "Why, there he is! Here, citizen! there's a blooming aristo to see you." Etienne turned his weary eyes to the corner which was being indicated to him.
"The Bold one and his doughty friend, Glumm the Gruff of Horlingsend, Faced, fought, and felled, and bravely slew, Full twenty men a berserk crew Sent by King Harald them to slay But much he rued it lack-a-day! The heroes cut and hacked them sore, Hit, split, and slashed them back and fore And left them lying in their gore." On examination it was found that Glumm's hurt was not severe.
"I think he's coming 'round," someone, very far off, was saying. It was the gruff voice of the Major. Barney opened his eyes to find his companions bending over him. "What happened?" he asked weakly, his eyes searching their faces. "That's what we'd like to know," answered Bruce; "we heard a shot, and hurrying out here found you unconscious beside a dead man." "Dead?" Barney sat up dizzily.
I ran down, as Mrs Handycock desired me, and opened the street-door. "Who the devil are you?" in a gruff voice, cried Mr Handycock; a man about six feet high, dressed in blue cotton-net pantaloons and Hessian boots, with a black coat and waistcoat. I was a little rebuffed, I must own, but I replied that I was Mr Simple. "And pray, Mr Simple, what would your grandfather say if he saw you now?
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