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There was a word and a number upon the plank, and the beggar made them more distinct by spitting upon his ragged blue handkerchief, and rubbing off the clay by which the inscription was obscured. It was in the ordinary black letter. "Can ye mak ought o't?" said Edie to the adept.
"Why, as to that But stay, she is about to speak." "I will have no priest none," said the beldam, with impotent vehemence; "as I have lived I will die none shall say that I betrayed my mistress, though it were to save my soul!" "That bespoke a foul conscience," said the mendicant; "I wuss she wad mak a clean breast, an it were but for her sake;" and he again assailed her.
And are we no going to mak' use of the lesson it has taught us? I've had a muckle to say in this book aboot hoo other folk should be acting. That's what my wife tells me, noo that she's read sae far. "Eh, man Harry," she says, "they'll be calling you a preacher next. Dinna forget you're no but a wee comic, after a'!" Aye, and she's richt! It's a good thing for me to remember that.
Letty she's goin' he'p you mak' de supper now, an' I fix dem dog. We goin' camp wit' you all night. Golly! We have beeg tam." The new-comers had indeed introduced a breath of new, clean air. Of a sudden the cabin had brightened, it was vitalized, it was filled with a magic purpose and good humor. Rouletta flung aside her furs and bustled into the supper preparations. Soon the meal was ready.
She hear him voice all soft, like like Ah, An-ina not know what it like. So she think. She say, what mak' Marcel all like this? Him find something. Him not scare. Oh, no. Marcel not scare nothing. No. Him much please. Marcel boy? No. Him big man. What him mak' big man much please. An-ina know. It woman. So she say." Marcel wanted to laugh. He wanted to shout his delight.
"Howyo' gwine mak' dat colt drink?" asked Cynthia skeptically. "De Lawd on'y knows, but HE gwine show me how," was Mammy Lucy's pious answer. The next second she cried "Praise Him! I got it," and ran into her cabin to return with a piece of snowy white flannel. Meanwhile Cynthia had warmed the bowlful of milk.
It wudna be bonny gin his Majesty's officers had twice to mak' sae rapid a march to the rear an' you, Lieutenant Lichtbody, canna hae a'thegither gotten the better o' yer lang sederunt on the tap o' the hill dyke. It's a bonny view that ye had. It was a peety that ye had forgotten yer perspective glasses.
"Slovenly chap," growled the father with great irritation, "my word, if I were near enough I'd larn thee to put on the reet mak' o' clooes of a Club Day!
I canna feel greatly concernit ower the lad, sin' he's verra gude at carin' for himsel'. But, gin he does na come i' the mornin', I s'all mak' search for 'im. Here's James a-waitin' for ye"; going ahead, as he spoke, to stand by the fretting horses while James held open the carriage door.
"Ay, no one, o' course, so Jacob sawed her i' two one day, and we set her oop theer i' the garden for a summer-hoose, and Jacob painted her green. I say, Mester Dick, ony think," added Hickathrift, laughing violently. "Think what? Don't laugh like that, Hicky, or you'll shake your head off." "Nay, not I, my lad; but it do mak' me laugh." "What does?" "Jacob's married!" "No!"
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