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"But you, sir," she cried, turning upon old Tummus, "how dare you make such horrible charges against my gardener?" "Begging your pardon, my lady, Mrs Mostyn," said old Tummus, "I'm as much your gardener as Dan Barnett, mum. What I says I sticks to. He was allus agin' poor John Grange, and if he arn't made an end on him, what I says is this here wheer is he?"
"What the devil's this?" said the relieving steersman, as, rubbing his heavy eyes with one hand, he stooped and raised with the other something from the deck against which he had kicked, in his advance to take the helm; "why, I'm blest if it arn't the apron off old Sally here. Have you been fingering Sall's apron, Bill?"
"You had better crawl, Dumlow," I whispered; "but try and go straight toward where the knocking came from." "He'll be 'bliged to, sir. No doubt about that, 'cause there arn't no other way. Now then, I'll give yer a hyste. Can you manage it?"
The fair Julia is just twenty eyes, you dog lips, you rascal a shape, you blockhead, to bewitch an anchorite. And then she has the gelt the money, my boy." "A commodity of which I happen to be minus," said the soldier. "Arn't you my heir?" asked the baron. "You are very kind," said the hussar, with a slight sigh.
"What poor bairn?" said James Ellis angrily, as he stood in the keeping-room of old Tummus's cottage. "I was asking you about John Grange." "Well, I know you were. Arn't he quite a bairn to me?" "Please don't be cross with him, Mr Ellis, sir," said old Hannah respectfully; "it's only his way, sir." "Very well, let him go on," cried James Ellis testily.
"Yes," said the other sailor; "but I wants to know this: if we two's got our necks in the nooses, why arn't Bob Hampton and Neb Dumlow?" "'Cause we never shoved 'em in, my lad," said Bob Hampton, with a chuckle. "It was all a paddy till we could get the genle-men out to make a fight on it. That's so, arn't it, gents?"
If you have, ma'am, bad cess to the purtier purchaser you'd meet wid shawls or trinkets, or anything that way I mane, ma'am," he added, "things that arn't of any use to you an' I'm the boy that will shell out the ready money, and over the value."
"All right, sir," cried Barney; "but it isn't all right. It arn't fair. I was to help re-take the Burgh Castle, and I was going to, on'y you all set upon me as you did, and I'm knocked about orfle." "Well, messmate, it is disappynting, I'll allow," growled Bob Hampton; "but there arn't much the matter with you, Barney, and out forrard there was games, I can tell you.
"Margaret," said Mary, who had been closely observing her friend, "thou'rt very blind to-night, arn't thou? Is it wi' crying? Your eyes are so swollen and red." "Yes, dear! but not crying for sorrow. Han ye heard where I was last night?" "No; where?" "Look here." She held up a bright golden sovereign. Mary opened her large grey eyes with astonishment. "I'll tell you all and how about it.
"I did, mate, but I'm getting worse," came back faintly, "I'm a-swelling up and fitting tighter every moment. Can't yer get me out?" "Here, ketch hold of one o' his legs, Barney," growled Bob, hurriedly. "We must have him out somehow. Got him?" "There arn't no room, messmate." "Lie up close to me and reach in together. Head in too."
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