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"Come right in, Miss Jinny, Done heerd de General speak of you often yas'm. De General'll be to home dis a'ternoon, suah. 'Twill do him good ter see you, Miss Jinny. He's been mighty lonesome. Walk right in, Cap'n, and make yo'selves at home. Lizbeth Lizbeth!" A yellow maid came running down the stairs. "Heah's Miss Jinny." "Lan' of goodness!" cried Lizbeth. "I knows Miss Jinny.
'What you think of my Howels and your Netta at Abertewey: And you to be all toalking as if we wos ail dirt. And they in France, over the sea, where I 'ould be going with them only I am so 'fraid of the water. 'There's a loss it would be, Aunt 'Lizbeth, if anything had happened to you! Suppose a shark had swallowed you up! gold watch, mourning ring, silk gown, brooch, and all?
'I don't care about living; I'd rather starve than live the life I do, and if I have Aunt 'Lizbeth, too, I shall run away, I am sure I shall. 'With whom, madam? 'With anybody or nobody; I don't care what becomes of me since you're so unkind. Perhaps you'd like to see my shoulder that you hurt yesterday? I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you since.
"You must eat enough, Lige," she said. He was finished in an incredibly short time, and amid the protestations of Lizbeth and the yellow butler they got into the carriage again, and splashed and rattled toward the White House. Once Virginia glanced out, and catching sight of the bedraggled flags on the houses in honor of Lee's surrender, a look of pain crossed her face.
'But what did Netta say to me, cousin 'Lizbeth? I don't care if she was all gold from head to foot. I would rather have her here in rags, said Mrs Prothero, bursting afresh into tears. 'She's more likely to be here in satins and velvets, cousin, said Mrs Jenkins, rising from her seat, and walking up and down, apparently in great wrath.
She was almost as afraid of this mischievous-looking, little brown thing as the little thing was of her, and even suspected her of planning the ridiculous tumble for her own and the school's amusement. Miss Hillary was weak, and displayed the cruelty that so often characterizes weakness in a place of power. "What is your name?" she demanded sternly. "'Lizbeth," faltered the culprit.
'Oh, I do be having the best in all London; Prince Albert or Queen Victoria 'ouldn't be having a better; to think of him as was dining with them wanst. 'Don't believe such nonsense, Aunt 'Lizbeth. 'Was you thinking that my Howels is not telling the treuth?
'Cousin 'Lizbeth, said Mrs Prothero, 'if Howel had been a good son, and a steady young man, you could scarcely ask Rowland to speak up for him, and his own sister in Llanfach churchyard! "As we have sown, so must we reap," in this world. 'It do be fine for you, cousin, to be preaching, who was having fortunate sons, but 'Hush, Aunt 'Lizbeth, if you please, interrupted Rowland.
'Hold your tongue, name o' goodness, 'Lizbeth Jenkins! growls Mr Prothero. 'Hush, Davy, bach! we have all our troubles, says Mrs Prothero, brushing a tear from her eye. 'Grandfather, I liked Harold so much! says Minette, to the great relief of the rest of the party. 'Call him Master Gwynne, you forward little minx, says Mr Prothero, patting the child's back gently.
'No thank you, Aunt 'Lizbeth; and I don't think spirits good for you. You had better be careful. 'I don't be drinking a wine glass full in a week, but when I am having the spasms, and now I am vexing so, they was coming oftener than they was eused to. Owen left Mrs Jenkins with a heavy heart, foreseeing her end; Minette said she didn't like her because she smelt so of wine, and wasn't a lady.
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