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'O, a man of wood, thought Nance. 'What what? said his lordship. 'Who is this? 'If you please, my lord, I am Holdaway's niece, replied Nance, with a curtsey. 'Should have been here himself, observed his lordship. 'Well, you tell Holdaway that I'm aground, not a stiver not a stiver. I'm running from the beagles going abroad, tell Holdaway.
"My good Miss Holdaway," said he, "if you are willing to show me the road, I am even eager to be gone. As for his lordship and myself, compose yourself; there is no fear; this is his lordship's way." "What? what?" cried his lordship. "My way? Ish no such a thing, my way."
Some half a mile beyond the borders of the wood the lights of the 'Green Dragon' hove in sight, and running close beside them, very faint in the dying dusk, the pale ribbon of the Great North Road. It was the back of the post-house that was presented to Nance Holdaway; and as she continued to draw near and the night to fall more completely, she became aware of an unusual brightness and bustle.
As you say, they are very small, and he shook his head. 'Unhappily, I can afford no more, said Mr. Archer. 'But this we have arranged already, he added with a certain stiffness; 'and as I am aware that Miss Holdaway has matter to communicate, I will, if you permit, retire at once. To-night I must bivouac; to-morrow my trunk is to follow from the "Dragon."
He rode upon a horse, with feathers in his hat; but it was him that had the shots and took the game home. Did I complain? Not I. I knew my station. What did I ask, but just the chance to live and die honest? Nance Holdaway, don't let them deny it to me don't let them do it. I've been as poor as Job, and as honest as the day, but now, my girl, you mark these words of mine, I'm getting tired of it."
'But O, my lord! cried Nance, 'we live upon the wages, and what are we to do without? 'What am I to do? what am I to do? replied Lord Windermoor with some exasperation. 'I have no wages. And there is Mr. Archer. And if Holdaway doesn't like it, he can go to the devil, and you with him! and you with him! 'And yet, my lord, said Mr.
He walked a little while in silence, and then, extending his hand, "Now, you Nance Holdaway," says he, "you come of my blood, and you're a good girl. When that man was a boy, I used to carry his gun for him. I carried the gun all day on my two feet, and many a stitch I had, and chewed a bullet for.
Came all in a fluster dinner, bowl of punch, and put the horses to. For all the world like a runaway match, my dear bar the bride. He brought Mr. Archer in the chay with him. 'Is that Holdaway? cried the landlord from the lighted entry, where he stood shading his eyes. 'Only me, sir, answered Nance. 'O, you, Miss Nance, he said. 'Well, come in quick, my pretty.
Some half a mile beyond the borders of the wood the lights of the "Green Dragon" hove in sight, and running close beside them, very faint in the dying dusk, the pale ribbon of the Great North Road. It was the back of the post-house that was presented to Nance Holdaway; and as she continued to draw near and the night to fall more completely, she became aware of an unusual brightness and bustle.
Holdaway, said he, 'I was born with that same tallow-candle face, and the only fear that you inspire me with is the fear that I intrude unwelcomely upon your private hours. But I think I can promise you that I am very little troublesome, and I am inclined to hope that the terms which I can offer may still pay you the derangement. 'Yes, the terms, said Jonathan, 'I was thinking of that.
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