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VECINA. ¿Y para qué es el dinero, señora, si no para gastar?... como dijo el otro ... y Dios le dé a su señoría mucho ... porque lo sabe emplear, y porque no regatea ... como otras usías de medio pelo que conozco yo, y que....
"Now Ah reckon Ah'se done got yo'," laughed the big negro, insolently. "It am a question ob w'ich one Ah wantah pick off fust!" In his wicked joy over having both the young engineer and the army officer wholly at his mercy Sambo, his mouth open and his massive teeth showing white in his grin, advanced nearer. Yet he did not fail to keep each of his enemies covered.
He run around, kinder disappointed like, an' come back. Den I didn't look fo' him until a little while ago, but he was gone, an' I thought maybe, arter all, he'd come wif yo'." "No, he didn't," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a shake of his head. "But we'll have a look around." With Bert and Harry he went outside. But neither calling nor whistling brought any bark from Snap.
A number were legitimately there, wounded, ill, exhausted, useless on the field of battle; others were malingerers, and some were cowards cowards for all time, or cowards for this time only. A minority was voluble. "You all think yo' going to a Sunday-school picnic, don't you? Well, you ain't. Just you all wait until you get to the top of the hill! What are you going to see?
"Jes' yo' walk on back to de library, honey, an' dar you'll find her, sewin' like she always does dese amazin' times. You knows de way, I reckons, sah." "I certainly do, Sarah," he assured her as he started along the wide hall. When he knocked gently at the library door, he was told to enter, which Hugh proceeded to do. A very wrinkled and old woman sat in a big chair.
You or I, not being wild things of the woods, would have heard nothing, but they heard it, and it was the grim song: 'Yo ho, yo ho, the pirate life, The flag o' skull and bones, A merry hour, a hempen rope, And hey for Davy Jones. At once the lost boys but where are they? They are no longer there. Rabbits could not have disappeared more quickly. I will tell you where they are.
They're "conscientious objectors" that's what they are an my husband coom across them in Kendal toother day. He'd finished wi t' market, and he strolled into the room at the Town Hall, where the men were coomin' in yo know to sign on for the war. An' he got talkin' wi' these two lads, who were lookin' on as he was.
This was not conciliatory speech, and just put the last stroke to Philip's fit of ill-temper. 'I'm not for my tea to-night, said he, to Hester, when all was ready. 'Sylvie's not here, and nothing is nice, or as it should be. I'll go and set to on t' stock-taking. Don't yo' hurry, Hester; stop and chat a bit with th' old lady.
ELISHyah!" he sings out, rocking of his body in a kind of tune, "reveal yo'se'f, reveal yo'se'f an' he'p me NOW! Lawd Gawd ELISHyah, beckon fo' a CHA'iot, yo' cha'iot of FIAH! Lif' me, lif' me lif' me away f'um hyah in er cha'iot o' FIAH!"
"Now," he said, shaking the powder into the pan by a succession of smart taps on the breech, "sometimes these old pieces go off and sometimes they don't; it depends on the flint, but you stand back of your Uncle Bob, sonny, and keep yo' fingers out of yo' ears, and when you say bang! off she goes." There was a moment of delightful expectancy, and then
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