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"Strikes me we arn't done with him yet, and if I might adwise, I should say as Mr Frewen ought to be sent down below with some of his doctor's stuff to pyson that chap like you would a rat, for there'll never be no peace while he's aboard. Hah!" he continued, smacking his lips.
"Which line would you use, messmate?" said Bob dryly. "The old 'un or the noo 'un?" "Eh? Which on 'em?" "Ay. Why, there arn't no line down here, is there? What yer talking about?" "No," muttered Dumlow, thoughtfully; "there arn't no line down here, o' course. I never thought o' that. But s'pose he gets stuck fast, as he will farder on, what's to be done?"
It aren't quite fair, and maybe it's a bit like deceiving the master to answer him like that when he says, `What are you doing there? and I says, `Watching over your boy, master, But I am going to watch over him, and I'll stick to him, and I'll die for him if I'm obliged; and you can't say that arn't honest."
Tim Rooney, however, was the most unkind of all. Later on in the morning he popped in his head at the cabin door. "Arrah, sure now, Misther Gray-ham, arn't ye sorry ye iver came to say, at all at all?" I should like to have pitched something at him, although I knew what he would say the moment he opened his mouth, with that comical grin of his and the cunning wink of his left eye.
"Tidy tidy!" came back. "It arn't so very tight." The rustling went on, and I heard Dumlow whisper "When he holloas, let's fetch him out with a will." "Ay, ay, but he don't holloa," said Bob. "Why, he've got farder than we did." "Nay, not he. Why, he have though!" For the whistling went on, just a softened hissing, and it was evident that Barney had got some distance in.
"Nor it arn't a salmon, you see, cause it's got all them stickles on its back. Some kind o' shark, I should say. Look at its teeth." "And you've been to sea all your life, Small, and don't know a shark!" cried Mark. "Why, I know that isn't a shark, or anything of the kind." "Yes, because you've had books to go at all your life, my boy, while I've been knocking about in ships.
"Good-morning," he cried; "good-morning nephew, arn't you? Glad to know you. Only came back last night, Brandon, and the first thing I encounter in my first walk is that young scoundrel insulting you." "Oh, it's nothing," said Uncle Richard, smiling. "But it is something, my dear sir. After all the pains I took with that boy at our school when I could get him there he turns out like this.
"Mother never held by betting, and you know, how I promised her that I would bring you two up. Now we'll light the fire and have a bit of breakfast, and then I'll take you to church. All good people go to church, I've heerd say." "Oh, lor!" whispered Thady to Nat. "Arn't we going to turn out real pious!"
"Thar', 'tarnal death to me!" roared Ralph, pointing downwards with triumph, "arn't that old Salt now, looking as sweet and liquorish as a whole trough-full of sugar-tree? We'll just take a dip at him, anngelliferous madam, jist to wash the mud off our shoes; and then, 'tarnal death to me, farewell to old Salt, and the abbregynes together cock-a-doodle-doo!"
"Surely, you know it is too late for them to refuse now; arn't we as good as married didn't we pass the Hand Promise isn't our troth plighted?" "I know that, but suppose they should still refuse, then what's to be done? what are you and I to do?" "I must lave that to you, Art," she replied archly.
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