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The sound of a keel grating the sand was followed by the order, "Stern all!" from the invisible speaker. "Shall we beach her?" asked another vague voice. "Not yet. Hail again, and all together." "Ah hoy oi oi oy!" There were four voices, but the hail appeared weak and ineffectual, like a cry in a dream, and seemed hardly to reach beyond the surf before it was suffocated in the creeping cloud.
Oy, Deus! cried King Sancho, pale with amazement, 'and are all these thrones in arms, lighting candles against Count Richard? 'It is so indeed, sire, says Bertran; and King Sancho frowned, with this comment 'There seems little chivalry here, take it as you will. Next he inquired, where was the Count of Poictou? Bertran was ready. 'He rages his lands, sire, like a leopard caged.
See they don't wrong your grandchild when you are dead and gone. Oy, I am afraid they will be unfair to Nikifor! He has as good as no father, his mother's young and foolish... you ought to secure something for him, poor little boy, at least the land, Butyokino, Grigory Petrovitch, really! Think it over!" Varvara went on persuading him. "The pretty boy, one is sorry for him!
Mo drew the child's face to his own as he lay, saying: "Here's a kiss for you, old man, and one to take to Dolly." "Am oy to toyk it up to her now this very minute?" said Dave. "Now this very minute!" said Uncle Mo. And Dave rushed off to fulfil his mission. When Susan Burr, a little later, tapped at his door, doubting if all was well with him, no answer came.
Their joint attention was then given to the donkey-cart, in which old Tom Cogglesby sat alone, bunchy in figure, bunched in face, his shrewd grey eyes twinkling under the bush of his eyebrows. 'Oy, sir you! my man! exclaimed the tallest of the pair, resolutely. 'This won't do. Don't you know driving this sort of conveyance slap along the gravel 'ere, up to the pillars, 's unparliamentary?
We were happy, loving, and beloved; the horn of Amalthea contained no blessing unshowered upon us, but, alas! la fortuna deidad barbara importuna, oy cadaver y ayer flor, no permanece jamas! As I wandered on thus ruminating, a number of country people passed me.
Dave burst into a shout of unrestrained glee at the discovery that his London and country Grannies were sisters. "Oy shall wroyte to say me and Dolly are glad. Ever such long letters to bofe." A moment later his face had clouded over. "Oy say!" said he, "will they be glad or sorry?" "Glad," said Gwen venturesomely. "Why should they be sorry? You must write them very, very long letters."
He would sell France, you observe, chaffered, they tell me, like a pedlar over the price of Normandy. Heh, the huckster, the triple-damned Jew!" "And Melite?" asked Adhelmar, after a little. Again Reinault shrugged. "In the White Turret," he said; then, with a short laugh: "Oy Dieus, yes! The girl has been caterwauling for this shabby rogue all day.
One wouldn't be galloping after any good. "It seems as though they are after someone," said father to Anyutka, "they are galloping so furiously. I ought to have kept quiet in the tavern, a plague on my tongue. Oy, little daughter, my heart misgives me, there is something wrong!"
Some point in stage-management seemed to be under discussion, and to threaten a dissolution of partnership. For Dave was saying: "Then oy shall go and play with The Boys, because the fog's a-stopping. You look out at the winder!" Dolly met this with a firm, though gentle, prohibition. "No, you s'arn't. You is to be Gwanny Mawwowbone vis time, and set on the sofa. And me to be old Mrs.
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