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I believe my only motive for this omittance was a reluctance to dwell upon Dorothy, and a desire to shield her father for her sake. He dropped many a vigorous exclamation into my pauses, but when I came to speak of my friendship with Mr. Fox, his brow clouded over. "'Ad's heart!" he cried, "'Ad's heart!
Then it mentioned his mother and said she had come to Ad's funeral, though she could not walk much now and had never been over to their side since the day after he Darby had enlisted; but her father had told her as how he had killed the man as shot Ad, and so she made out to come that far.
Aye, rogue I named thee and likewise lousy knave and grieve for't now, I do!" "And so needs must you sweat awhile!" says I. "Hark'ee, fool, dost know of one called Brandon of Shene hereabouts?" "Aye, truly truly!" he gasped. "I do know Sir Richard passing well. Ad's bobs, my innards be all shook t'pieces and I do be parched wi' thirst."
"I won't," and with a civil "Thank you," 'Lina rolled up her bills, while Hugh sought his mother, and sitting down beside her said, abruptly: "Mother, are you sure that man is dead? Ad's father I mean?" There was a nervous start, a sudden paling of Mrs. Worthington's cheek, and then she answered, sadly: "I suppose so, of course.
"O!" quoth he, as to himself, "O the pity on't so foul an end to so fair a bird!" "Never whine!" says I, "but tell me how far hence lieth Lamberhurst." "Better nor six mile!" he sighed, heaving himself into the driving-seat. "Why then, do you carry me thither." "Ad's love!" he mourned.
I believe I can ultimately get some literature out of them. If I can think of a fitting fable for them Fulkerson will feature it in Every Other Week. He'll get out a Saratoga number, and come up here and strike the hotels and springs for ad's." "Well," said Mrs. March, "I wish I had never seen them; and it's all your fault, Basil.
I wudden't believe at first whin I r-read th' dispatches in th' pa-apers that me frind Gin'ral Otis wasn't in South Africa. It was on'y whin I see another chapter iv his justly cillybrated seeryal story, intitled 'Th' Capture iv Porac' that I knew he had an imitator in th' mother counthry. An' be hivins, I like th' English la- ad's style almost as well as our own gr-reat artist's.
"'Ad's heart! could you go no higher? Has your imagination left you, captain?" "Republican simplicity, sir," says he, looking a trifle hurt. But I laughed the more. "Well, you have contrived to mix oil and vinegar," said I. "A landed gentleman and republican simplicity. I'll warrant you wear silk-knit under that gray homespun, and have a cameo in your pocket."
At last he went off alone and opened it, and read it, spelling it out with some pains. It began without an address, with the simple statement that her father had arrived with Ad's body and that it had been buried, and that his wound was right bad and her mother was mightily cut up with her trouble.
So whiles he watched open-mouthed, I finished what remained of the capon and tossed the bones over the hedge. "Ecod!" quoth he faintly. "O, ecod my dinner!" As for me, having my mouth full, I spake not. "Ad's bobs!" says he, "A rascally, robbing thief of the roads!" "Even so!" I nodded and took a long draught of his beer.
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