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"I do' want no sich help. I 'd ruther starve." Kit did not reply, but there was no yielding in her manner. "Kit," her mother went on, "dey 's somep'n I ain't nevah tol' you dat I 'm goin' to tell you now. Mistah Gibson ust to come to Mis' Jones's lots to see me befo' we moved hyeah, an' he 's been talkin' 'bout a good many things to me." She hesitated.
Lady Bradshaigh, for instance, under her nom de guerre of "Belfour," tells him that she is fatigued with the very name of the book, having met several young ladies who were for ever talking of their Tom Jones's, "for so they call their favourites," and that the gentlemen, on their side, had their Sophias, one having gone so far as to give that all-popular name to his "Dutch mastiff puppy."
Well said, Grey! Here's another of the many ways of wasting life by your embellishment of it. Mr. Key. I don't know precisely what Mr. Tomes means; but as to ill-dressed people, I'm sure that the set you meet at the Jones's are the best-dressed people in town; and I never saw in Paris more splendid toilettes than were there this morning. Miss Larches. Why, to be sure! What can Mr. Grey mean?
I feel quite as good as anybody, and consider myself of just as much consequence as the proudest and best. Mrs. Todd needn't think I care for her acquaintance; I never valued it a pin." Notwithstanding Mrs. Jones's perfect indifference toward Mrs.
His smoothness of tongue and flattery to seamen when he wanted them was persuasive, and in which he excelled any other man I was ever acquainted with.... His pride and vanity while at Paris and Amsterdam was not generally approved of." Fanning has many anecdotes to relate in regard to Jones's affairs of gallantry of an humble character.
"Naturally, sir, as you may believe, I kept out of William Jones's way, for I am not fond of quarreling, and besides, William Jones is forty pounds heavier, sir, than I am.
As for teaching what teaching did you want? Swimmin' ain't Latin or Greek. It ain't even mathematics only aquatics. All the brute beasts swim even donkeys swim without teaching. Boh! bah! There, lay hold o' me so. Now, mind, if you try to take me round the neck with your two arms I'll plant my fist on the bridge of your nose, an' let you go to Davy Jones's locker."
I tell you, wife, I have witnessed such scenes too often to feel right in risking a contingency of that kind," said the deacon, gravely. "Don't be a fool, now, John Baybss," angrily exclaimed his wife, "about Aunt Lucy's fuss over Jones's niggers." "Well," said the deacon, "I don't wonder at her feeling grieved; they belonged to her Church, and many of them were her relatives."
On reaching the smithy, Humfrey had to go round another way to fetch his horse, and could hardly hope to come up with the rest before they reached Buxton. His brother was spared to go with him, but his father was too important a part of the escort to be spared. So Cicely rode near the Queen, and heard no more except the Earl's version of Dr. Jones's explanation of the intermitting spring.
If she had any scruples, Mr Lathrope set the good lady a praiseworthy example in looking after the necessities of the inner man. "S'pose we air gwine down to Davy Jones's Locker," said the American, with a comical twinkle in his cunning grey eyes; "thar's no reason why we shouldn't go with a full stummick as well as one like an empty meal sack, hey? Look at me, marm.
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