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Are you staying in these parts long, Mr. Lessingham?" "Perhaps for a week or two," was the somewhat indifferent reply. "I am told that this is the most wonderful air in the world, so I have come down here to pull up again after a slight illness." "A dreary spot just now," Sir Henry observed, "but the air's all right. Are you a sea-fisherman, by any chance, Mr. Lessingham?"
In the poorhouse he would have been only one more derelict; but here he stood alone to be stared at and pitied and thrown a sickly-satisfying crumb. With a sigh from the very cellar of his being, he muttered: "Aye, Mother, why didn't yew let me go on ter the County House? That air's the place fer a worn-out old hull like me.
"The air's heavy as if with thunder I think there'll be a storm." She made the suggestion to carry off an awkwardness which was a part, always, of her companion's gain; but the awkwardness didn't diminish in the silence that followed.
"Hit seemed ter me that every stroke from over the hill said ez plainly ez tongue could utter words: 'Heah I am. Come over heah! I tried ter gain time ter think o' something. "'He started this mornin' on Roan Molly fer Mt. Vernon, to 'tend court, I said, knowin' thet I didn't dare hesitate ter make up a story. "'Kunnel, thet air's a lie, said Jake Johnson, who knowed us.
And this is evident in the very air itself, for when the moon is full, most dew falls; and this Alcman the poet intimates, when he somewhere calls dew the air's and moon's daughter, saying, See how the daughter of the Moon and Air Does nourish all things. Thus a thousand instances do prove that the light of the moon is moist, and carries with it a softening and corrupting quality.
Bray, "to look after the baby to-night, and see that it doesn't perish with cold; the air's getting sharp." "It ought to have something warmer than cotton rags on its poor little body," returned Pinky. "Can't you get it some flannel? It will die if you don't." "I sent it a warm petticoat last week," said Mrs. Bray. "You did?" "Yes; I bought one at a Jew shop, and had it sent to the woman."
Widdup's hand. She blushed. Oh, yes, it can be done. Just hold your breath and compress the diaphragm. "Mrs. Widdup," said Mr. Coulson, "the springtime's full upon us." "Ain't that right?" said Mrs. Widdup. "The air's real warm. And there's bock-beer signs on every corner. And the park's all yaller and pink and blue with flowers; and I have such shooting pains up my legs and body."
Perhaps it's finer still to stand by with the peevie, while the great trunks go crashing down the rapids with the freshets of the spring; and then there's the still, hot summer, when the morning air's like wine, and you can hear the clink-clink of the drills through the sound of running water in the honey-scented shade, and watch the new wagon road wind on into the pines.
"I did brush it, though, a nundred times every night, till Cook reckoned I was fair cracked. But 'air's on'y 'air, an' anyone 'as it it's not every one 'as an 'at like that." She clattered plates upon the table violently. "You goin' out this awfternoon, Miss?" "As soon as I can, Eliza." Cecilia's face fell. "I must arrange flowers first."
"I'm all alone," she explained, "because Uncle Bill is up in the laboratory. The air's full of mystery, too; there are five Admirals up there, and one's a perfect dear..." Cecily paused for breath. "His eyes go all crinkley when he smiles," she continued. "Lots of people's do," conceded the visitor. Cecily shot him a swift glance and looked away again.
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