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A shawl now! How much would a good shawl be? I miss a woman round the place; I wouldn't know what to ask for. I might ha' stopped nigh the Inn and asked Mrs. Cox." Ay, you might Farmer Wise, and have done another mischievous thing, upsetting Mrs. Cox for a week as she waited for a parcel from town and breaking her heart altogether as day after day followed and no parcel arrived.
'And I thought it would be in plenty of time. Well, I must go on the ship and wait for 'im, I suppose. "If I 'ad only let 'er go I should ha' saved myself a lot o' trouble, and the man wot deserved it would ha' got it.
'Of course it's innocent, returned the hostess, 'or I shouldn't allow it. 'Very well! said Mark. 'Then let it be. There was so much reason in this that the landlady laughed again, suffered it to remain, and bade him say what he had to say, and be quick about it. But he was an impudent fellow, she added. 'Ha ha! I almost think I am! cried Mark, 'though I never thought so before.
I hope next Saturday will be fine; it would be a pity if he had a wet day. We were wondering, Kenneth and I, what would be the proper thing to do, if he came over for service oh, here is Kenneth!" She stopped abruptly, as if afraid that she had betrayed too much interest in next Saturday and Sunday. Kenneth would manage it much better. "Ha! lady fair," he exclaimed.
'It's a queer kind o' story, said Kester, meditatively. 'A should ha' thought as Philip were more likely to ha' gi'en him a shove into t' thick on it, than t' help him out o' t' scrape. 'Nay! said Sylvia, suddenly looking straight at Kester; 'yo're out theere. Philip had a deal o' good in him.
Gentlemen always give fair play before a woman. That's why I come, lest this appointment should ha' proved a pitfall to you. Now you'll come home, won't you; and forgive me?" "I'll come to the old Pilot now, mother," said Robert, pressing her hand. "That's right; and ain't angry with me for following of you?" "Follow your own game, mother."
The comic man will cover me with humorous opprobrium, and the villagers will get a day off and hang about the village pub and hoot me. Everybody will see through my villainy, and I shall be nabbed in the end. I always am. But it is no matter, I will be a villain ha! ha!" On the whole, the stage villain appears to us to be a rather badly used individual.
The reply was, "We want admittance: we are the Hue and Cry, come to search every house for a prisoner that has escaped from Ilchester jail in woman's clothes." At which the Collier exclaimed, "Ha, ha, ha! what a pack of fools, to come to look for a man in woman's clothes at this time o' the night."
"Ha, ha," chuckled the professor; "if her Ladyship can only accomplish what I have told her to do, her troubles, and ours, will soon be over!" And carefully placing the telephone in the stern-sheets of the boat, he vigorously resumed his work of relieving the boat he was in of her burden of pearl-oysters.
And while he was looking at the head of the stag, he saw a lady on horseback coming towards him. And she took the little dog in the lappet of her cap, and the head and the body of the stag lay before her. And around the stag's neck was a golden collar. "Ha! chieftain," said she, "uncourteously hast thou acted in slaying the fairest jewel that was in my dominions."
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