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"But you say you are a married man," I replied; "how can you desert your wife, for I am about to leave Madrid, and to travel into the remote and mountainous parts of Spain." "My wife will receive the moiety of my wages, while I am absent, mi Lor, and therefore will have no reason to complain of being deserted. Complain! did I say; my wife is at present too well instructed to complain.
It was, "Lawks, Master Bob! what be this now?" throughout the terrible interval that elapsed between the fading of the twilight on the one day and sunrise on the next. "Lor', what's that?" And, that next day!
You've made great changes for the better, but you must remember that old ways can't be broken up in a moment." "Lor' bless yer, Miss Amy, there's no think like breakin' off short, there's nothink like turnin' the corner sharp, and fightin' the devil tooth and nail. It's an awful tussle at first, an' I thought I was goin' to knuckle under more'n once.
It was just past eleven. She said: "Oh, lor!" I soon dropped off again. When I woke, at half-past twelve, Eliza was not there. She returned in a few minutes, and said that she had been doing the church over again. "That was hardly necessary," I observed. "Oh, one must do something, and there's nothing else to do." "On the contrary, there's luncheon.
'This, rejoined Miss Price. 'After we left here last night John and I had a dreadful quarrel. 'That doesn't please me, said Miss Squeers relaxing into a smile though. 'Lor! I wouldn't think so bad of you as to suppose it did, rejoined her companion. 'That's not it. 'Oh! said Miss Squeers, relapsing into melancholy. 'Go on.
"Don't you " and Martine's voice grew husky "don't you remember Helen Kemble?" "A woman?" "Yes." "Never yeared on her. I only reckerlect people I've seen in hospitals. Women come foolin' roun' some days, but Lor'! I kin beat any on 'em teekin' keer o' the patients; en wen they dies, I kin lay 'em out. You ast the wardmaster ef I kant lay out a stiff with the best o' 'em." "That will do.
"It's a poor sort of an object he's copyin', too Old Joe's tumble-down cottage. I peeped over his shoulder t'other day 'taint much like." "Well, I pass him every day comin' from school, and he always looks up at me eager without sayin' nothing. But this morning he says, `Little gal, says he, `I want to put you into my picture." "Lor'!" put in Agnetta, "whatever can he want to paint you for?"
"Glad ter know it, Berry," said Nimbus, shaking the other's hand warmly, while his face glowed with evident pleasure. "How's all gittin' on wid ye, ennyhow?" "Gittin' on, Bre'er Nimbus?" replied Berry, striking an attitude. "Gittin' on, did yer say? Lor' bress yer soul, yer nebber seed de beat nebber.
We will have a beef-steak pudding and pancakes. Do you know how to toss pancakes, Maggie?" "Oh, lor', Miss," said Maggie, "I did always love to see mother at it. She used to toss 'em real beautiful, and I'm sure I could too. That's a very nice dinner, Miss, 'olesome and good, and you'll let me toss the pancakes, won't you, Miss Polly?" "Well, you may try, Maggie. But here we are at the village.
"And so ye telled Tom, did ye? O, Lor! what young uns will be up ter! Ye crowed over Tom? O, Lor! Mas'r George, if ye wouldn't make a hornbug laugh!" "Yes," said George, "I says to him, 'Tom, you ought to see some of Aunt Chloe's pies; they're the right sort, says I."
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