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"Poor old Solomon!" said Dick, smiling at the recollections the rough tablet evoked; "how he could kick!" "And so you and young Tom I beg pardon, sir," said Hicky, "Mester Tallington are going to help Mester Marston wi the big dreerning out in Cambridgeshire, eh?" "Yes, Hicky, ours is a busy life now; but we're beginning to find people more sensible about such matters.
Why, I should as soon hev expected to see me and my missus fight. Mester Dick, I'm 'bout 'shamed o' yow." "I'm ashamed of myself, Hicky, and I feel as if I was never going to be happy again," cried Dick. "Nay, nay, lad, don't talk like that," said the big wheelwright. "Why, doctor says he's sewer that he can bring squire reight again, and what more do you want?"
"You ought to have gone to the doctor, or had him, same as Mr Marston did." "Tchah!" ejaculated Hickathrift. "Why, he had no bones broken. Doctors don't understand bone-setting." "Who says so?" "The bone-setter." "Well, is it getting better, Hicky?" "Oh yes! It ar'n't very bad. Going down to the drain?" "Yes. Mr Marston's found a curious great piece of wood, and the men are digging it out."
The two boys got out cautiously; the pole was driven down into the peat, and the boat made fast; and then they paused and listened for the next cry. Everything now was perfectly silent, not so much as the whisper of a reed or the whir of the wing of a nightbird fell upon their ears; and at last, in an awe-stricken whisper, Tom said: "Hicky is right. It was something strange from out of the marsh.
He turned to go back to the boat. "I say, Hicky," he said; "let's go and see Dave. You won't mind poling?" "He says I won't mind poling, Mester Marston," said Hickathrift with a chuckle. "Here, come along."
Why, Mester Marston's set me to mak three sets o' small watter gates for sides o' the dreern, and I'm to hev money in advance for the wood and iron work, and my fortune's about made." "Hooray, Hicky! I am glad," cried Dick; and Tom, coming up, was initiated into the great new step in advance, and added his congratulations.
The fat man with the megaphone would bawl out, "'Hicky Bloo! Miss Ryan." And Miss Ryan would oblige. She made a hideous rattle and crash and clatter of sound compared to which an Indian tom-tom would have seemed as dulcet as the strumming of a lute in a lady's boudoir. Terry joined the crowds about the counter. The girl at the piano was not looking at the keys.
Dave wouldn't know." "And if he did he wouldn't mind," said Dick. "All right! we'll take him the lead to-morrow." "But you haven't got the powder." "No, but Hicky goes to Ealand to-morrow, and he can take the money to the carrier, and we can tell Dave we've sent for it, and he knows he can believe us, and that'll be all right."
A man, indeed, is not genteel when he gets drunk; but most vices may be committed very genteelly: a man may debauch his friend's wife genteelly: he may cheat at cards genteelly. HICKY. 'I do not think THAT is genteel. BOSWELL. 'Sir, it may not be like a gentleman, but it may be genteel. JOHNSON. 'You are meaning two different things. One means exteriour grace; the other honour.
"Ay, my lads, a sad time when a man maks war like that again his brothers wi' fire and sword, leastwise wi' goon. That theer fen was like a battlefield in them days, while now it's as pleasant a place to look upon as a man need wish to see." "A lovely landscape, Hicky," said Dick, gazing across the verdant plain. "Ay, lad, and once all bog and watter, and hardly a tree from end to end."
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