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"We don't need so many stools aanyway," Jamie said. "I'll get a hatchet an' we'll haave a fire in no time." "T' be freezin' t' death wi a bogman goin' t' waste is unchristian, t' say th' laste," Billy ventured. "Every time we get to th' end of th' tether God appears!" Anna said reassuringly, as she pinned her shawl closer around her neck.
Peether t' it!" "Jist tell us aanyway, Hughie," Anna urged and the beggar-man proceeded. "I was be th' oul Quaker graveyard be Moylena wan night whin th' shadows fell an' bein' more tired than most I slipt in an' lay down be th' big wall t' slape.
"That's no clinch to an argyment," I said, "an thruth is thruth!" "Aye, an' tongs is tongs! An' some o' ye young upstarts whin ye get a dickey on an' a choke-me-tight collar think yer jist ready t' sit down t' tay wi' God!" Anna explained and gave me more credit than was due me. So Jamie ended the colloquy by the usual cap to his every climax. "Well, what th' do I know about thim things, aanyway.
She looked over the rim of her spectacles at him for a moment in silence, and then said, slowly: "Ochane w-e-l-l tell Mister Gwynn t' read what he likes, it'll mane th' same aanyway." Kitty Coyle came in. Henry and she were engaged. They had known each other since childhood. Her eyes were red with weeping. Henry's mother led her by the arm. "Anna, dear," Eliza said, "she needs ye as much as me.
I had less appetite than he had, and Mary had less than either of us. So we sipped our tea for awhile in silence. "She didn't stay long afther ye left," Jamie said, without looking up. Turning to Mary he continued, "How long was it, aanyway, Mary?" "Jist a wee while." "Aye, I know it wasn't long." "Did she suffer much?" I asked.
We may still be shooting Mohawk Indians and the American bison in the streets of Buffalo, New York; and we may still be saying: 'By Geehosaphat, I swan to calculate! aanyway, I note that we still say that in all your leading comic papers; but when a man in my land goes a-toweling, he goes a-toweling and that is all there is to it, positively!
He arose, put on his muffler and made ready to visit the sweep. On the way to the door another idea turned him back. He put on the bogman's overcoat and rabbit-skin cap. Anna, divining his intention, said: "That's th' first sign of sense I've see in you for a month of Sundays." "Ye cudn't see it in a month ov Easther Sundays, aanyway," he retorted with a superior toss of his head.
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