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"Whoy, the Man," Dave continued, in an undertone that might have related to the Man with the Iron Mask, "the Man me and Micky we sore in Hoyde Park, and said he was a-going to rip Micky up, and Micky he said he should call the Police-Orficers, and the gentleman said...." "That'll do prime!" said Uncle Mo. For Dave's torrent of identification was superfluous.
Who knows any thing about him? Who can vouch for his character? I would not suffer a daughter of mine to be gadding about, and dancing with a stranger." "Whoy, for the matter o' that," said Farmer Ellis, "you were nought but a stranger yourself, when you first did come to see us, Maister Pembroke. We didn't know you were the sexton of St. Hubert's.
Not know the way to Badminton! he cried, with a blank stare of wonder. 'Whoy, I thought all the warld knew that. You're not fra Wales or the border counties, zur, that be very clear. 'I am a Hampshire man, said I. 'I have come some distance to see the Duke. 'Aye, so I should think! he cried, laughing loudly. 'If you doan't know the way to Badminton you doan't know much!
Dave said: "Whoy shouldn't oy carry it?" An aspiration crushed by Aunt M'riar with: "Because you're seven!" So Dave, whose nature was as docile as his eyes were blue, undertook to deliver the message; and Michael presented himself in consequence, just after Uncle Mo had took a turn out to see for a newspaper, for to know some more of what was going on in the Crimaera.
I asked; "and here's a tin cup never been handled!" "Whoy, dudn't ee knaw, Maister Jan," said Bill Dadds, looking at me queerly, "as Jan Vry wur gane avore braxvass." "Oh, very well," I answered, "John knows what he is doing." For John Fry was a kind of foreman now, and it would not do to say anything that might lessen his authority.
I am an orphan; my parents I never saw. And tell me for this strange resemblance between us almost overpowers me do yours live?" "Whoy," was the reply, "old Tom Prescot and his woif be alive; and they zay as how they be my vather and moother, and I zuppose they be; but zoom cast up to them that they bean't."
I have wanted long to introduce you to my 'young man, as you call him. It is rather dark, but you can see him. I wish you to know him again, Gwenny." "Whoy!" cried Gwenny, with great amazement, standing on tiptoe to look out, and staring as if she were weighing me: "her be bigger nor any Doone! Heared as her have bate our Cornish champion awrastling.
She asked him what was the meaning of this "gibberish," but he describes how gradually he made her declare herself, and how she examined him in Gypsy and at last offered him a chair, and entered into "deep discourse" about Gypsy matters. He talked as he did to such people, saying "Whoy, I calls that a juggal," etc.
His eyes, fresh as dew, had the round and staring look of a new-born babe; the tulip face lolled forward on slender stalk; and a tip of pink tongue played about a mouth, beautiful as a bud. "And what did er say then?" "Whoy," came the pure voice, "er said 'Dear! dear! and Oi says Theer! theer! and plops it in, and plops it in, and plops it in." The Parson hailed him from the poop.
Tib erected his back, and glared like a tiger, but he seemed unwilling or unable to obey the order. Alizon, who had completely recovered her courage, regarded him fixedly, and apparently without terror. "Whoy dusna seize her, an tear her i' pieces?" cried the infuriated child. "He dares not he has no power over me," said Alizon. "Oh, Jennet! cast him off.
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