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He chuckled over the word with a joy almost diabolical. "But how how do we destroy him?" quoth Justin, who suspected yet dared not encourage his suspicions. "How? Do you ask how? Is't not plain?" snapped Sir Richard, and what he avoided putting into words, his eloquent glance made clear to his companion. Mr.
Macey, pausing, and smiling in pity at the impotence of his hearer's imagination "why, I was all of a tremble: it was as if I'd been a coat pulled by the two tails, like; for I couldn't stop the parson, I couldn't take upon me to do that; and yet I said to myself, I says, "Suppose they shouldn't be fast married, 'cause the words are contrairy?" and my head went working like a mill, for I was allays uncommon for turning things over and seeing all round 'em; and I says to myself, "Is't the meanin' or the words as makes folks fast i' wedlock?"
She stamped her foot and screamed again "Zeb!" "What is't, my dear?" he bawled back in her ear, kissing her wet cheek in a preoccupied manner. She was about to ask him what this wreck amounted to, that she should for the moment sink to nothing in comparison with it.
"Wi' Jess! Is't yerself?" said Saunders. Jess was discreetly silent. "Ye'll no tell onybody, wull ye, Maister Mowdiewort?" she said anxiously. To Saunders this was a great deal better than being called a "Cuif." "Na, Jess, lass, I'll no tell a soul no yin." "No' even Meg-mind!" repeated Jess, who felt that this was a vital point.
"And thine?" replied Jacques. "Is't the crucifix of red-hot iron?" Here Houmain, rising between them, laughing and staggering, said to the judge, slapping him on the shoulder. "You are a long time coming to an understanding, friend; do-on't you know him of old? He's a very good fellow." "I? no!" cried Laubardemont, aloud; "I never saw him before."
"Wheesht! ye silly lassie, ye," replied her mother; "had I no borne ye, I wad hae said that ye hadna a drap o' my bluid i' yer veins. What is't that ye fear? If they'll abide by my counsel, though it may try their courage, oor purpose shall be accomplished wi' but little scaith."
This morning I said to Nanette, 'Why is't, all in one moment, you send me to the devil, and pray to meet me in Abraham's bosom too? What think you she answered me? Why, this, my Bamboir: 'Why is't Adam loved his wife and swore her down before the Lord also, all in one moment? Why Ma'm'selle Duvarney does this or that is not for muddy brains like ours. It is some whimsy.
"Damaris!" she said, and again, "Oh, Damaris, Damaris!" Damaris arose from the window-seat and laid her love-letters away. "In trouble again, Cecily?" she asked, and her voice was like a caress, for the girl was younger than herself. "I know thy 'Oh, Damaris, Damaris!" She closed the cabinet, then turning, put her arm around her fellow maid. "What is't, sweeting?"
But this is not the way to thrive in Wickedness; I must rush on to Ruin Come, fair Mistress, Will you not shew me some of your Arts of Love? For I am very apt to learn of Beauty Gods What is't I negotiate for? a Woman! Making a Bargain to possess a Woman! Oh, never, never! Flaunt. The Man is in love, that's certain as I was saying, Sir Bel. Be gone, Repentance!
Surely now, if thou takest me in thy service, I'll help thee to master the Event, and serve thee faithfully, requiring nought from thee save a sight of the Event, and 'tis I that myself missed one, wiled by Rabesqurat. Quoth Shibli Bagarag, 'Thou? He answered, 'No word of it now. Is't agreed? So Shibli Bagarag cried, 'Even so.
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