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Besides, he would come to see me at any time if I really wanted him." "Ah!" Mrs. Quiller shook her head. "But it ain't the same. You wants a home of your own, my dear. That's what it is. What's become of t'other gentleman what used to be down here?" Mab almost laughed at the artlessness of this query. "Mr. Merefleet, you mean? I don't know. I guess he's making some more money."
And she's bin bedridden these twelve year; but she can learn anybody about the Bible; she knows tex's by thousands; there hain't no one can puzzle Jenny over the Bible. 'Is she very ill? asked Betty. 'She's just bedridden with rheumatics, that's all; but 'tis quite enough; and I was calkilatin' only t'other day that I'll have to be diggin' her grave afore Christmas.
He gave me five guineas only last week; but curse the skinflint who never will part with a shilling." "It's not so bad as his striking your mother, Tom. I had my stick up, and was ready to fell him t'other night," added Mr. Wood. And herewith he smiled, and looked steadily in Mrs. Catherine's face.
"You never hit him at all. There he goes! There he goes! Give him t'other barrel quick!" Mary-'Gusta, who had been startled nearly out of her senses by the shot and the shouting, stood perfectly still, too surprised and frightened even to run. And then out of the bushes before her darted a scared tortoise-shell cat, frantically rushing in her direction. The cat was David.
I've seen many a drunkard with two faces t'one as makes the wife and childer glad, and t'other as makes their hearts ache and jump into their mouths with fear. But you've ne'er seen that in a gradely abstainer." "You're a self-righteous old sinner," said another. "I'm a sinner, I know," was Old Crow's reply; "but I'm not self- righteous, I hope.
Tom Pope asserted the boy was a "born Injin hunter," and old Jerry declared that he was "willing to make a 'ception, so fur as Ned was concarned, though he'd be darned if he'd do it for t'other one; for boys like him hadn't no bizness on the plains, no how."
Horrible visions of a trial for burglary, imprisonment in the castle jail, and perhaps transportation, presented themselves to their excited imaginations, as the sound of the footsteps came nearer. "I can't run any further, Eric," said Wildney. "What shall we do? don't leave me, for heaven's sake." "Not I, Charlie. We must hide the minute we get t'other side of this hedge."
Denys then pointing significantly to the door, to show Gerard sharp ears were listening hard by, continued his song aloud but under cover of it threw in short muttered syllables. "Aid. "Coming. "Put off time." Then aloud "Well, now, wilt have t'other bottle? Say nay." "No, not I." "But I tell thee, there are half-a-dozen jolly fellows. Tired." "Ay, but I am too wearied," said Gerard. "Go thou."
"There's a brace o' blanky snipers been tryin' for a cold 'alf-hour to bull's-eye on to me. There they go again ," an' crack . . . smack two bullets comes, one knockin' another loose tile off, a foot over 'is 'ead, an' t'other puttin' a china ornament on the mantel-piece on the casualty list. 'I reported the wire cut an' the F.O. sez he'd come along wi' me an' locate the break.
The ingenuity which is part of the multiform basis of the American nature was aroused. "How're you going to keep them from slipping, if you tie them together like that?" he asked, when Paddy had more fully explained his method. "Which from slippin'?" "The canes one from the other?" "After you've fixed thim, one cross t'other, you drive a nail through the cross-piece and a rope over all."
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