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Him say not walk in night-time, say me not talk you. I no ask; I just come." "Yoh lov' him, perhaps? More as yoh lov' me? Always I see yoh look at him always watch, watch. Always I see yoh jomp when he snap the finger; always yoh run like train dog. Yoh lov' him, perhaps? Bah! Yoh dirt onder his feet."
My girl weeth eyes that shine so bright, she lov' me moch as I lov' her. That what my heart she sing. Yoh not be so cruel like stone yoh say, 'Ramon, I lov' yoh. Jus' like that! So easy to say!" "Not easy," she denied, moved to save her freedom yet a while longer. "I say them words, then I then I not be same girl like now. Maybe much troubles come. Maybe much happy I dunno.
Then, kissing her on the brow, I left her. Words and Music by Mrs. Some one spoke to me of Je sus, Said he'd come to call on me, Some one told me how he suf-fered, Said, "For you and me he died." Some one gave the in vi ta tion, And we bowed in humble prayer; Lov ing Sav-ior, how I thank thee Some one came to me that day-Oh, I know that man-y oth ers Would be glad if "some one" came.
"Spennie, who's this fellow Pitt?" "Jimmy Pitt? Pal of mine. One of the absolute. Ay, nutty to the core, good my lord. Ah, lov', could I bot tell " "Where did you meet him?" "London. Why?" "He and your sister seem pretty good friends." "I shouldn't wonder. Knew each other out in America. Bridge, bridge, ber-ridge, a capital game for two. Shuffle and cut and deal away, and let the lo-oser pay-ah.
Bon. Peace, sirrah; observe. Lov. So, let me see the summa totalis of my sweet ladies perfections. Grimes. Good, he has her in whole already. Tho. Peace, Grimes. Lov. Imprimis, her faire haire; no silken sleave Can be so soft the gentle worm does weave. Grimes. I, there it goes. Bon. I protest I comend him; he goes through stitch with her like the Master of his trade. Lov. Her belly Grimes.
A Bawdie house, I warrant. Grimes. Yes sir. Lov. Why, now its out. Grimes. I, and tis well your worships out. Lov. Noe, noe, it had bin better had I never gon in; but on, on. Grimes. You were, sir, as they say, sir you had gotten a Cup to much. Lov. Hang Cupps, my friend excepted; goe to; speake plaine; I was drunke was I? Grimes. Yes, sir; you were not able to stand when you came out, sir? Lov.
"I plenty sorry, you be sad for me," she confessed demurely. "I lov' yoh so moch! I think nothing but how beautiful my sweetheart is. I not tease yoh no more. Tell me, how long Luck says he stay out here? Maybe yoh hear sometimes he's going for taking pictures in town?" "I not hear." "Going home, maybe? You mus' hear little bit. Yoh tell me, sweetheart; what's he gone do when roundup's all finish?
"Me, I theenk yoh not lov' me so moch as a pin," Ramon complained in soft reproach, down in the dry wash where Applehead had looked in vain for baling wire. "Sometimes I show yoh what is like the Spanish lov'. Like stars, like fire sometimes I seeng the jota for you that tell how moch I lov' yoh.
An Oracle speakes in him; but, pray, tell me Ist lawfull then to breake an oath? Lov. Though time prolongs, we cannot style it sloath: My vowes are firme; hees damd that breaks an oath. Thu. Good, good, agen: but the oath I treat on, Is of another kind: tis to a woman. Lov. It could not be her fault; there's a mistake in't. Thu. None o'my life, theres none. Lov.
Yare honest fellowes; goe to and go to, I say and I sait agen, yare honest fellowes and shall not be unrewarded: looke you, theres for you and be but sylent in't. Grimes. As is my instrument, Sir. Coods me! what, have they torne away the back of your satteen Doublet? the Canvas is seene. Lov. Umh, no, but they have stolne my velvet Jerkin. Grimes. I, and dam'd your Dublet. Lov.
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