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Dick heard the noise without knowing the cause of it, being so far beneath the window as to see nothing but the lighting of the glare. "What was that?" he demanded, when the thunder gave him leave. "'Twas our trapper clapping the shutter on the window over your head," said I. "He was looking in to see if we were ripe for hanging." "'Tis no time for riddles; what mean you?"
We had bloody work enough then to balance our idleness in the years we had covered outposts above New York, and 'twas but a small fraction of our number that came home alive at last. I never met Philip while we were both in the South, nor saw him till the war was over.
"Ah, my dear, I know when that was. 'Twas the day they came came first. Oh, God be good to us!" "Oh, Phoebe dear, why be so heartbroken? It was a merry time. Thank God for it with me, darling!... Ay, I know all over now!..." "I mind it well, dear. They came up on their horses." "Thornton and Ralph. Because old Keturah had the key." "But 'twas an untruth! Little care they had for inside the Church!
'As this passed through his mind he stopped short and looked about him. 'Twas just about the place where he had heard the cry the night before, but the evening was mild and clear, and though the sun had set it was not cloudy, and as the moon came sailing up he could see a long way round him, and what breeze there was, was soft and gentle compared to the storm wind of yesterday.
'Twas a strange thing to pass through the beautiful familiar places now that they were all thrown open and adorned for the coming guests, reflecting that the gala air was worn for her who should, Fate willing, have made her first visit as mistress, and realising that Fate had not been willing and that she came but as a guest and Countess of Dunstanwolde.
'twas ingeniously contrived, but the fortune of war interposed itself to his success; and yet it is a deep and inexplicable mystery to me, how Kit should have been conveyed from the abbey with so little noise, and without raising the alarm."
Such clothes and laces, such a brand new wig, such silken hose! Law o' land! Must have cost all of forty crowns. Mary Cullen, right ye are; 'twas quality ye had with ye, even if 'twas but for little while." "And them gone to prison, him on trial for his life! I saw un ride out this very yesterday, fast as though the devil was behind un, and a finer body of a man never did I look at in my life.
"A fine-looking man," allowed Mrs. Peedles, "but weak weak as water." The Signora agreed that unfortunately there did exist such men: 'twas pitiful but true. "My dear," continued Mrs. Peedles, "she wasn't even a lady." The Signora expressed astonishment at the deterioration in Mr. Peedles' taste thus implied. "I won't go so far as to say we never had a difference," continued Mrs.
"'Twas the meeting with her that reminded me of the hair." "Is it hers, then?" "Yes. There, now that you have wormed it out of me, I hope you are content." "And what are the ties?" "Oh! that meant nothing a mere jest." "A mere jest!" she said, in mournful astonishment. "Can you jest when I am so wretchedly in earnest? Tell me the truth, Frank.
I was to her funeral. She liked her son George's ship the best; 'twas the one she was going on to Callao. They said the men aboard all called her 'gran'ma'am, an' she kep' 'em mended up, an' would go below and tend to 'em if they was sick. She might 'a' been alive an' enjoyin' of herself a good many years but for the kick of a cow; 'twas a new cow out of a drove, a dreadful unruly beast." Mrs.
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