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And she settled herself comfortably among the cushions to hear his sentimental narrative. Dic very willingly told the whole story of yesterday's woes, and Miss Tousy gave him her sympathy, as only a woman can give. It was not spoken freely in words, merely in gestures and little ejaculatory "ah's," "oh's," and "too bad's"; but it was soothing to Dic, and sweet Miss Tousy gained a lifelong friend.
"Faither's dirt beside the likes of you," she said. "'Twas wastin' good time to talk to en, an' I wouldn't go back to Newlyn, you mind, if he was to ax me 'pon his knees. I'm a poor fool of a gal, but I knaws enough to laugh at the ignorance o' faither an' that fiddle-faaced crowd to the Luke Gospel Chapel." "Doan't 'e be bitter, Joan. Us all makes mistakes an' bad's the best o' human creatures.
I'll wait again for what ye've got to tell," she said, and finished her cup at a gulp, smoothing her apron. The farmer then lifted his head. "Mother, if you've done, you'll oblige me by going to bed," he said. "We want the kitchen." "A-bed?" cried Mrs. Sumfit, with instantly ruffled lap. "Upstairs, mother; when you've done not before." "Then bad's the noos! Something have happened, William.
They couldn't 'a' murdered anybody, I s'pose. Bad's I hate 'em, I'd hardly think they're that wicked. Still what can it be?" "I can't imagine." "Well, I'm goin' to track 'em down, anyhow," Ellen announced. "Ain't you comin'?" "No." To spy on the actions of others did not appeal to the younger woman's honest mind.
"Eh, well, I hope nowt bad's i' the road," said Margery with senile iteration. "They do say no good ever comes o' saving bodies from drowning; not that one 'ud wish the poor Miss to have gone into the sands an' she the babby I weaned too!" René interrupted her with a hearty laugh.
Off with you! Jack. No, Bill; no, please. I'm wery sorry. I ain't so bad's all that conies to. Bill. If you wants to go with Jim and me, then behave like a gen'leman. Jim. I calls our Mattie a brick! Bill. None o' your jaw, Jim! She ain't your Mattie. Enter THOMAS. Tho. Childer, dun yo know th' way to Paradise Row, or Road, or summat? Bill. Dunnow, sir. You axes at the Sunday-school. Tho.
I don't never seem to want to hurt him. No, sure. Jim's good. But Will Say, sis, Will's a bad lot; he is certain. I know. He's never done nuthing bad, I know, but I can see it in his face, his eyes. It's in his head, too. Do you know I can allus tell when bad's in folks' heads. Now, there's Smallbones. He's a devil. You'll see it, too, some day. Then there's Peter Blunt.
There's more bad than good in this yer world; and the bad's agin' us-and bad things and bad people have such a power of strength in them, Will-and they'll part us if we don't outwit them. Oh, Will, let us be made man and wife this blessed night." "But we can't, Bet.
Talk to me 'bout zis t'mor', Woffski. Subjec's too 'mportant to be d'scussed unner present conditions." "Nein! nein! You can safe der vorlt uf you vill. Von vort from you vill mean peace. Midoutdt dot vort oceans of plood vill be spill." "Woffski, you ev'dently zhink I zhrunker'n I am. I'm some zhrunk, Woffski, I know, some zhrunk, but 'taint 's bad's you zhink." "I vill sbeak more blain."
I have never got over McTorture's treatment, and never shall. Oh, no, it was not the original accident that was an innocent affair it is the result of McTorture's nonsense in keeping me chained to my sofa in one position till my leg stiffened. But never mind about doctors; they're all alike bad's the best!
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