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'And why not, huzzy? demanded my cousin, who was less incensed at the affront than I expected. All this time I was urging Milly in vain to come away. 'Yon lass is no wild cat, like thee that's why, said the sturdy portress. 'If I cross, I'll give you a knock, said Milly. 'And I'll gi' thee another, she answered, with a vicious wag of the head. 'Come, Milly, I'll go if you don't, I said.
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Voi altri, che ascoltate giuso al basso, Chiedete, se volete alcuna cosa, Prima ch' io parta, perchè mo vi lasso. Benchè abbia l'alma irata e disdegnosa, Da ingiusti oltraggi combattuta e vinta, A voi gi
Don't you remember how that hired man down to Sudleigh toled the whole fam'ly out into the barn, one arter another, an' chopped their heads off " "You gi' me t'other end o' my cloud," commanded Mrs. Wadleigh. "I'm glad I've got on stockin'-feet. Where's t'other mittin? Oh! there 'tis, down by the sto'-leg.
He gi' de sorrel a pull dat fotch 'im back settin' down in de san' on he hanches. He ve'y lips wuz white. I tried to keep up wid 'im, but 'twarn' no use. He sont me back home pres'n'y, an' he rid on. I sez to myself, 'Cun'l Chahmb'lin, don' yo' meet Marse Chan dis mawnin'. He ain' bin lookin' 'roun' de ole school-house, whar he an' Miss Anne use' to go to school to ole Mr.
It is said, indeed, that he liked a grave tumbler of punch, and was sardonic and silent in his liquor; that his gait was occasionally a little queer and uncertain, as his lank figure glided home by moonlight, from the 'Salmon House; and that his fingers fumbled longer than need be with the latch, and his tongue, though it tried but a short and grim 'bar'th door, Marjry, or 'gi' me can'le, wench, sometimes lacked its cunning, and slipped and kept not time.
Johnson invested it for you? By the way, what is his first name!" "Yes, sir. His name 's de Rev. Amos Johnson." "By George! I thought so," said Graeme, half aloud. "I saw him at the races last week. I knew I had seen him before." His countenance grew suddenly cheerful. "What did he give you to show for it?" "He did n't gi' me nothin'. He 's gwine to draw the intrust for me." "Oh! I thought so.
Clare sprang up; and Tommy, urged on the one side by the fear of the drunken smith, and drawn on the other by the dread of being abandoned by Clare, climbed shuddering after him. "Mind the water-but, Clare!" he gasped; "an' gi' me a hand up." Clare had already turned on the top of the wall to help him. "Now let me go first!" said Tommy, the moment he had his foot on it. "I know how to get down."
"Virgie," he exclaimed, "is all dat kissin a gwyin on an' we black folks git none of it? Come hyeah, purty gal, an' kiss yer ole gran'fadder!" Virgie consented without resistance, till Samson continued, "Oh, what peach an' honey, Virgie! Gi me anoder one! I say, Virgie, sence my marster an' your mistis have done gone an' leff us two orphans, sposen we git Mr.
Turning towards the sick child, the poor woman reached out her wasted arm, and throwing a spray on to Milly's counterpane, said: 'Here, lass, I'll gi' thee that. In a moment Milly's eyes flashed light, and the bloom of the moorland flower reflected itself in the blush of her cheeks. Throwing up both hands, and wild with a tide of new life, she cried: 'Nurse! nurse! Sithee a yethbob a yethbob!
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