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He turned to Jude and asked privately: "Be you a married couple?" "Hsh no!" said Jude. "Oh I meant nothing ba'dy not I! Well then, she can go into Mother's room, and you and I can lie in the outer chimmer after they've gone through. I can call ye soon enough to catch the first train back. You've lost this one now."

Hilda inquired, with a touch of scorn, although she knew perfectly well that Mr. Skellorn had a married daughter of that name. "Hsh! Hsh!" Mrs. Lessways protested, indicating the open door of the sitting-room. "You know Mrs. Grant! It seems Mr. Skellorn has had a paralytic stroke. Isn't it terrible?" Hilda continued smoothly to descend the stairs, and followed her mother into the sitting-room.

'No, dear, but somebody's scalp is generally drying at your wigwam-door. Soaking rather. This was an allusion to the Hawley Boy, who was in the habit of riding all across Simla in the Rains, to call on Mrs. Hauksbee. That lady laughed. 'For my sins, the Aide at Tyrconnel last night told me off to The Mussuck. Hsh! Don't laugh. One of my most devoted admirers.

Thou shalt feel the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly!" "Oh, I hope they are going to give us another! Isn't it pretty, coming out of the dark in that way? Look look down. There's Mrs. Gregory wiping her eyes!" "It's like Home, rather," said Scott. "I remember " "Hsh! Listen! dear." And it began again: "When shepherds watched their flocks by night "

It was also a serene look that contrasted grandly with Tony's uneasy glances. It was then that Maimie was terrible. Tony entreated her not to do it to-night, and the mother and their coloured nurse threatened her, but Maimie merely smiled her agitating smile. And by-and-by when they were alone with their night-light she would start up in bed crying "Hsh! what was that?" Tony beseeches her!

'Now what is there in her? said Mrs. Hauksbee. 'Do you see what I meant about the clothes falling off? If I were a man I would perish sooner than be seen with that rag-bag. And yet, she has good eyes, but Oh! 'What is it? 'She doesn't know how to use them! On my honour, she does not. Look! Oh look! Untidiness I can endure, but ignorance never! The woman's a fool. 'Hsh! She'll hear you.

Thou shalt feel the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly!" "Oh, I hope they are going to give us another! Isn't it pretty, coming out of the dark in that way? Look look down. There's Mrs. Gregory wiping her eyes!" "It's like Home, rather," said Scott. "I remember " "Hsh! Listen! dear." And it began again: "When shepherds watched their flocks by night "

"P'r'aps it's dying," ses Ginger, as the dog let off a 'owl like a steamer coming up the river. "Stop it, you brute!" "He'll wake the 'ouse up in a minute," ses Peter. "Take 'im downstairs and kick 'im into the street, Sam." "Take 'im yourself," ses Sam. "Hsh! Somebody's coming upstairs. Poor old doggie. Come along, then. Come along."

He is not Ikki to dig holes, nor Mao, the Peacock, that he should fly. He is not Mang the Bat, to hang in the branches. Little bamboos that creak together, tell me where he ran? Ow! He is there. Ahoo! He is there. Under the feet of Rama lies the Lame One! Up, Shere Khan! Up and kill! Here is meat; break the necks of the bulls! Hsh! He is asleep.

He is not Sahi to dig holes, nor Mor, the Peacock, that he should fly. He is not Mang, the Bat, to hang in the branches. Little bamboos that creak together tell me where he ran? Ow! he is there. Ahoo! he is there. Under the feet of Rama lies the Lame One! Up, Shere Khan! Up and kill! Here is meat; break the necks of the bulls. Hsh! he is asleep.