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John Walden heard his garden gates swing back on their hinges, and a shuffling crunch of numerous small feet on the gravel path. "G'arn, Susie!" cried a shrill boy's voice "If y'are leadin' us, lead! G'arn!" A sweet flute-like treble responded to this emphatic adjuration, singing alone, clear and high,
"Then I guess Rube let th' beast out early this mornin', while we was at the gulch." Gideon led the way beyond the corner of the shed and pointed to a well-concealed trap-door in the lower timbers. "Thar y'are," he went on. "That's sure the way he got out. Clear as print, ain't it?" "Yes," Kiddie nodded, contemplating the moist ground, which the sun had not yet reached.
Egg climbed the lid by the aid of the window sill and reached up an arm to the shelf. Adam said, "Here y'are, Mamma." The pantry door shut. Mrs. Egg swung about. Adam stood behind a shape in blue pajamas, a hand locked on either of its elbows. He grinned at Mrs. Egg over the mummer's shoulder. As the woman panted sulphur entered her throat.
Sick and tired." "Y'are, huh? Well, young lady, just let me tell YOU something " He told her.
"'Ere y'are, miss," he murmured soothingly down the trap. "Shall I wait?" The house was an old one with a broad, low front door and shallow, much-worn oak stairs. In answer to Brigit's knock a Gamp-like person with a hare-lip appeared, and informing her curtly that Mr.
He swore some, or somebody swore, you c'n bet. 'I don't know who y'are, he hollers, 'but if ever I meet you ashore, and he was so far away then I couldn't ketch no more of it. 'Don't know who y'are, but if I ketch you ashore' Lord "
When at the Barre there stood your Ravisher You would have savd him, then you made your choyce To marry him: will you then kill your husband? Ele. Why did that husband then rather chuse death Then me to be his bride? is his life mine? Why, then, because the Law makes me his Judge, Ile be, like you, not cruell, but reprieve him; My prisoner shall kisse mercy. Mac. Y'are a good Lady. Med.
Ten minutes must have elapsed before a scuffling was heard upon the stairs, and Bob Dimsted's voice whimpering "You let me alone, will yer? I never done nothing to you. Pair o' great cowards, y'are. Don't knock me about, or it'll be the worse for yer. Hit one o' your own size. I never said nothing to you."
Y'are a precious sight, y'are!" he continued, apostrophising the 'rambler' branches "For all yer green buds ye ain't a-goin' to do much this year! All sham an' 'umbug, y'are! all leaf an' shoot an' no flower, like a great many people I knows on ah! an' not so far from this village neither! I'd clear it all out if I was you, Passon, I would reely now!" Walden laughed.
"Ah, I heered, but arter all Crabtree's only a lawyer though a good un as lawyers go, always been honest an' square wi' me leastways I 've never caught him trying to bamboozle John Barty yet an' what the eye don't ob-serve the heart don't grieve, Barnabas my bye, an' there y'are.
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