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"Oh, good Lord! She ha'n't told you, has she?" cried Mrs. Simm, her fear of God, for once, yielding to her greater fear of man. The embroidered collar, which she had been vigorously beating, dropped to the floor, and she gazed at him with such terror and dismay in every lineament, that he could not help being amused.
"Ha, 's fish, d'ye live yet?" roared he in drunken frenzy. "Ha'n't Black Pompey done your business? Why, then here's for ye!" Pallid, bare-headed, wild of eye, she glared on him and before this look he cowered and shrank away. "Drunken sot!" cried she. "Begone lest I send ye aloft to join yon carrion!" And she pointed where Job's stiff body plunged and swung and twisted at the reeling yard-arm.
I've been talking with Geo'ge about it; and the'e's no sense in putting it off. I ought to begin taking care of him at once." "Well, I guess when I tell your motha how you're layin' hold, she won't think it's the same pusson," said her father, proudly. "But it is; I haven't changed a bit." "You ha'n't changed for the wohse, anyway." "Didn't I always try to do what I had to?"
Anybody but him and his mother could see that; and now he's just melting away, as you might say. I ha'n't liked his not carin' to work plantchette since he got back; looked to me from the start that he kind of knowed that it wa'n't worth while for him to trouble about a world that he'll know all about so soon, anyways; and d' you notice he don't seem to care about Mars, either?
She ha'n't no more idee how to take hold than nothin'. The poor child means well enough, and she works so hard she most kills herself; but then she is in the suds from mornin' till night, she's one the sort whose work's never done, and poor George Skinner's clean discouraged." "There's everything in knowing how," said Mrs. Katy. "Nobody ought to be always working; it's a bad sign.
Scarcely had she made the first onset, when the door-bell was heard to ring, and soon Bridget coming nearer and nearer then tapping at the door. "Somebodies wants to see you in the parlor, ma'am." "Tell them I am engaged, Bridget." "I told 'em you were to-home, ma'am, and they sent up their names, but I ha'n't got 'em, jist." There was no help for it Mrs. James must go down to receive her callers.
There is them that's glad enough to go to the Museum, when tickets is given 'em; but some of 'em ha'n't had a ticket sence Cenderilla was played, and now he must be offerin' 'em to this ridiculous young paintress, or whatever she is, that's come to make more mischief than her board's worth.
"He ain't nothin' different from what he's been for a spell back at least I ain't heerd that he was. Maybe he is, but if he is I han't heerd speak of it, and if he was, I think I should ha' heerd speak of it. He was pretty bad a spell ago about when you went away but he's been better sen. So they say. I ha'n't seen him.
'You ha'n't hurt yourself, I hope, Sir? said Sam, in a loud whisper, as soon as he had recovered from the surprise consequent upon the mysterious disappearance of his master. 'I have not hurt MYSELF, Sam, certainly, replied Mr. Pickwick, from the other side of the wall, 'but I rather think that YOU have hurt me. 'I hope not, Sir, said Sam. 'Never mind, said Mr.
"Well that is satisfactory, Mr. Douglass," said Fleda. "How is Mrs. Douglass? and Catherine?" "I ha'n't heerd 'em sayin' nothin' about it," he said, "and if there was anythin' the matter I suppose they'd let me know. There don't much go wrong in a man's house without his hearin' tell of it. So I think. Maybe 'tain't the same in other men's houses. That's the way it is in mine." "Mrs.
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