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Now, you gi' me a lie under your blanket, I 'll knock down a apple apiece. If ever you've tasted gin, you 'll say a apple at night's a cordial, though it don't intoxicate. The girl whispered in my ear, 'He's lame as ducks. Her meaning seized me at once; we both sprang out of the ditch and ran, dragging our blanket behind us.
Tornato adunque l'Ammiraglio dallo scoprimento di Cuba and di Giamaica, tornò nella Spagnuola Bartolomeo Colon suo fratello, quello, che era gi
Annybody can see wi' half an eye that he's a real swell, for didn't he stand treat all round an' wot he says we'll go by, and 'e won't treat us dirty, whatever he says, though, mind ye, bor, there's narthin' to gi' away. So let's go to thissun, an' tell un all about it." "I also tol' yow, Billy, that if thar be a reward out for this chap wot killed Mr.
If thee wouldst pray to God to help thee, and trust in His goodness, thee wouldstna be so uneasy about things." "Unaisy? I'm i' th' right on't to be unaisy. It's well seen on THEE what it is niver to be unaisy. Thee't gi' away all thy earnin's, an' niver be unaisy as thee'st nothin' laid up again' a rainy day. If Adam had been as aisy as thee, he'd niver ha' had no money to pay for thee.
"Look what a state you've made your gran's skirt into you wicked boy!" But he put his arms round her neck and rubbed his cheek against hers. "Gran, gi' us a penny!" he coaxed. "Be off with you; Gran ain't got no pennies." "Yes, you 'ave." "No, I ain't." "Yes, you 'ave. Gi' us one!" Already she was feeling for the old, squashed, black leather purse. "Well, what'll you give your gran?"
My pretty, he's clean forgotten as how he said last new year's day, he'd gi' thee a barley-sugar stick, if thou'd hem him a handkercher by this. The child's face was buried in the comfortable breadth of duffle at these words, while the little outstretched hand held a small square of coarse linen.
He acknowledged in an overbearing way the greetings of the others, and called out imperiously: "'Frony, gi' me a stiff dram o' yer best at wunst. My throat's drier'n a lime-kiln. Bin ridin' all mornin'." "Folks wantin' likker don't say must t' me, but will yo', an' please," she answered sulkily. "'Must, 'please, yo' hag," he said savagely. "Talk that a-way to me.
"Sally, you go down with these gentlemen to the Jonson's Head, and if he ben't there, go to the Fighting Cocks; and if he ben't there, go to the Duke of Wellington; and tell he there's two gentlemen has heard of his poetry, and wants to hear 'un excite. And then you give he a glass of liquor, and praise up his nonsense, and he'll tell you all he knows, and a sight more. Gi' un plenty to drink.
"Them rascally conscrip'-guard been tellin' you all that, to gi' 'em some excuse for keepin' out o' th' army theyselves that's all. Th' ain' gwine ketch no deserters any whar in all these parts, an' you kin tell 'em so. I'm gwine down thar an' see what that horn's a-blowin' fur; hit's somebody's dinner horn, or somp'n'," he added, rising and taking up his game-bag.
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