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When Jarvis saw the Doctor working over the disabled natives he roared first with laughter, then with anger. His last desire was to put them out of the way at once. "For, sir," he argued, "them hain't no natural, ordinary 'eathen, indeed not, sir. They are the very h'old Nick 'isself, sir." But Dave suggested putting them in their own ivory prison, and this advice prevailed.
"Minesse," he said one day to the white cat, he told all his troubles to her; it was of no use to talk to Ma'am Jeanne, she was too deaf to understand, "Minesse, we are gettin' po'. You' pere git h'old, an' hees han's dey go no mo' rapidement, an' dere be no mo' soirees dese day. Minesse, eef la saison don' hurry up, we shall eat ver' lil' meat." And Minesse curled her tail and purred.
Tyrrwhit," said the captain, "it is of no use my answering Mr. Hart, because he is angry." "H'angry! By George, I h'am angry! I'd like to pull that h'old sinner's bones h'out of the ground!" "But to you I can say that Mr. Barry will be better able to tell you than I am what can be done by me to defend my property." "Captain Scarborough," said Mr. Tyrrwhit, mildly, "we had your name, you know.
"Tell me," Jarvis whispered, "do my h'old h'eyes deceive me, or h'is there a line of dark h'over t' th' right of y'?" His hand trembled as he pointed. Dave looked long and earnestly. The moon shone very brightly. The snow brought out dark objects with such vividness that it would not be too much to expect to see large objects twenty miles away. "I think your eyes are all right," he said slowly.
There was an affectingness in this view of the mechanical old man bearing his poor hoard to bestow it. Robert said out, unawares, "He mustn't be let to part with h'old pennies." "No;" the farmer took him up; "nor I won't let him." "Yes, father!" Rhoda intercepted his address to Master Gammon. "Yes, father!" she hardened her accent. "It is for my sister. He does a good thing. Let him do it."
"So you've come back again! Glad to see yer, Dawes! It seems an age since we had the pleasure of your company, Dawes!" At this pleasantry the train laughed, so that their irons clanked more than ever. They found it often inconvenient not to laugh at Mr. Troke's humour. "Step down here, Dawes, and let me introduce you to your h'old friends. They'll be glad to see yer, won't yer, boys?
I h'often says to Susan, who h'is a poor h'useless body with a very long tongue, h'and it's h'only the mistress's kindness to keep such h'an h'old pottering body h'on, for she's h'always making an h'ado about nothing. I says, "Susan, the mistress h'is h'almost h'equal to a master," and that's saying a good deal.
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