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"Well, 'twon't deu no harm, as I know," said the young man making a virtue of necessity, for the fingers of Constance were already hovering over the dainty little leaf-strewn baskets and her eyes complacently searching for the most promising; "I ha'n't got nothin' to deu with 'em." "Constance!" said Mrs. Evelyn from the piazza, "don't take that! I dare say they are for Mr. Sweet." "Well, mamma!
There was no one a patch on en but the Dane; and I'll back the Dane next time they clinch. 'Tis a nuisance, though, to have'n like this with a big job coming on, too, over to the light-house." Taffy looked steadily at the smith. "What's doing at the light-house?" "Ha'n't 'ee heerd?"
The fire, the pulley, the rack, the wheel, the water there's no devilment they ha'n't tried on this poor carcase o' mine and all by reason of a Spanish nun as bore away with my brother!" "Your brother?" "Aye, but 'twas me she loved, for I was younger then and something kinder to the eye. So him they burned, her they buried alive and me they tormented into the wrack ye see.
"Ah, now do hear that good man!" said Miss Prissy, after he had left the room; "if he ha'n't got the making of a real gentleman in him, as well as a real Christian! though I always did say, for my part, that a real Christian will be a gentleman.
The bars were soon removed by Youth, who triumphantly announced, as Cha-os walked slowly through the opening thus presented, "Now we're on Ga'ed, an' I'll run along and take down the next bars, if you kin drive. Git along, Tom, you ha'n't got nothin' but two feathers ahind you now." "How far is it to the Light-house?" inquired Mysie, faintly.
"Wimmen ha'n't got no sense o' spoort," says he, sticking his hands in his breeches pockets; an' off he goes to hook fish, an' comes swaggerin' back to be taken, catch an' all, by a young 'ooman that has been sayin' naught but markin' him down all the time. Spoort? This world, doctor, is made up of hooks an' eyes: an' you reckon do 'ee the best spoort goes to the hooks?
"I know what you mean, father," said the girl, "and I don't want to shirk my responsibility. It was everything to have him come right up and tell me." "Well," said Whitwell, impartially, "as far forth as that goes, I don't think he's strained himself. He'd know you would hear of it sooner or later anyway, and he ha'n't just found out that he was goin' wrong.
He did promise to do something for me, seeing I was named after him, but he ha'n't done nothing yet, no how. Then the name of Bunce, you see, lawyer, I got from my father, his name being Bunce, too, I guess." "Well, Jared Bunce, answer to the point, and without circumlocution. You have heard some of the charges against you. Having taken them down in short-hand, I will repeat them."
When they made a stand at the cross-roads the doctor stood on her side. "I hope, now you've made a commencement, you will come to see us again, Fleda," said Miss Lucy. "What's the use of asking?" said her sister abruptly. "If she has a mind to she will, and if she ha'n't I am sure we don't want her." They turned off.
"Well, I am come, you see. I would have come sooner, but I had no idea you would be flooded." "It's not that I mind, sir, though it IS cold sin' the fire went. But she IS goin' now, sir. She ha'n't spoken a word this two hours and more, and her breathin's worse and worse. She don't know me now, sir." A moan of protestation came from the dying woman.
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