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That work is much too hard for you, I cried with a sudden chivalry, which only won rude answer. 'Zeed me adooing of thic, every naight last ten year, Jan, wiout vindin' out how hard it wor. But if zo bee thee wants to help, carr peg's bucket for me. Massy, if I ain't forgotten to fade the pegs till now.
Gie him here to me, Jim," said Chad Cranage; "I'll tie hirs up an' shoe him as I do th' hosses. Well, Mester Casson," he continued, as that personage sauntered up towards the group of men, "how are ye t' naight? Are ye coom t' help groon? They say folks allays groon when they're hearkenin' to th' Methodys, as if they war bad i' th' inside.
"Dunkery Beacon," whispered John, so close into my ear, that I felt his lips and teeth ashake; "dursn't fire it now except to show the Doones way home again, since the naight as they went up and throwed the watchmen atop of it. Why, wutt be 'bout, lad? God's sake "
That's what I've a-thought about it." "What was he like?" "'E 'ad 'air all over 'is face, an' goin' like this, he was, zame as if 'e 'ad a viddle. They zay there's no such thing as bogies, but I've a-zeen the 'air on this dog standin' up of a dark naight, when I couldn' zee nothin', meself." "Was there a moon?" "Yeas, very near full, but 'twas on'y just risen, gold-like be'ind them trees."
'Dunkery Beacon, whispered John, so close into my ear, that I felt his lips and teeth ashake; 'dursn't fire it now except to show the Doones way home again, since the naight as they went up and throwed the watchmen atop of it. Why, wutt be 'bout, lad? God's sake
"What tune does he play?" "Dunno." "What's he like?" "'E's black. Old Jim zays 'e's all over 'air. 'E's a praaper bogle. 'E don' come only at naight." The little boy's oblique dark eyes slid round. "D'yu think 'e might want to take me away? Megan's feared of 'e." "Has she seen him?" "No. She's not afeared o' yu." "I should think not. Why should she be?" "She zays a prayer for yu."
"Bain't for me to denai," said John, looking at me very honestly, "but what a maight tull a lai, now and awhiles, zame as other men doth, and most of arl them as spaks again it; but this here be no lai, Maister Jan. I wush to God it wor, boy: a maight slape this naight the better." "I believe you speak the truth, John; and I ask your pardon. Now not a word to any one, about this strange affair.
Before dawn by the water-gate, and then a chair and a trusty man to cairry it to the plaace of discovery. Ye have appainted the spoat?" "Any ditch in the Marylebone fields," said Bedloe. "And before ye remove it on the Tuesday naight haply ye will run the boady through with his swaard Sir Edmund's swaard." "So you tell me," said Bedloe gruffly, "but I see no reason in it.
As long as it keeps up it means a profit of getting on for two hundred a naight!" "But, dash it, man, the house only holds two hundred and thirty." "But my good sir," said Marrier, "they're paying ten shillings a piece to stand up in the dress-circle." Edward Henry dropped into a chair at the desk. A telegram was lying there, addressed to himself. "What's this?" he demanded. "Just cam."
Ashurst, on a rock at the edge of the beech clump, watched them, and listened to the cuckoos, till Nick, the elder and less persevering, came up and stood beside him. "The gipsy bogle zets on that stone," he said. "What gipsy bogie?" "Dunno; never zeen 'e. Megan zays 'e zets there; an' old Jim zeed 'e once. 'E was zettin' there naight afore our pony kicked in father's 'ead. 'E plays the viddle."
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