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I haven't an inch besides." "I don't see how you can." "Rich folks don't see a sight o' things," said poor Mrs. Binn; "don't like to, I guess." "Is there not another room in the house that you could have for the sick boy, or that you could do your washing in and give him this?" "Room in this house?" repeated the woman. "I'll tell you.
It was just in the hop-picking season; my mother and I sat in the barn with a great many country people round a great binn, and helped to pick the hops. They told tales as they sat at their work, and every one related what wonderful things he had seen or experienced. One afternoon I heard an old man among them say that God knew every thing, both what had happened and what would happen.
"Gave Uncle Binn a hairless thing like a note of interrogation, that had to sleep in a coating of vaseline, when his enormous sheep-dog died who couldn't see for hair. She believed in the value of contrast, but Uncle Binn didn't. It would have led to a separation but for the hectic efforts of your aunt's friend, Miss Vine. When I've decided what type of dog, I'll tell you."
She cannot open her window; but we can send them a decent bed and some clean coverings and some good things to feed the fellow with. I spoke to Mrs. Binn about giving up her washing; she said she couldn't afford to lose her customers. She might manage it for a week or so, though." "And then? A week or two would not cure him, David?" "I doubt if any time would, in that air.
"What is the question?" said Mrs. Laval. In answer to which, David told the story of Mrs. Binn and Josh. "There are hundreds of such people!" said Norton. "Aunt Zara," said David, "I wanted Norton to agree to submit the question to the Bible. Isn't that fair?" "Ye-s," said Mrs. Laval cautiously; "I suppose it is.
Lady Florimel suddenly encountered him on his way home, and was startled by his look. "Where have you been, Malcolm?" she exclaimed. "I hardly ken, my leddy: somewhaur aboot the feet o' Mount Pisgah, I 'm thinkin', if no freely upo' the heid o' 't." "That's not the name of the hill up there!" "Ow na; yon's the Binn." "What have you been about? Looking at things in general, I suppose."
"Even in a fairy story it 'ud be ridiculous to let a boy of fifteen beat a trained teacher," said Josiah Nummler. "He didn't quite, and it come this way. Leander asked Pinky Binn if he had eleven apples and multiplied them by five how many was they left. She says sixty-five. So she works her fingers and her lips a-while, like she was deef and dumb.
Binn at this unlooked-for interruption, stopping iron in hand and peering at them between shirts and overalls hanging on the cords stretched across the room. She was a red-faced woman; no wonder! a small, incapable-looking, worn-out-seeming woman besides. "This lady has come to see Josh, Mrs. Binn." "What does she want of him?"
The husband produced some recondite flasks of wine, which were laid by in a binn consecrated to Robin, whose occasional visits to them in his wanderings were the festal days of these warm-hearted cottagers, whose manners showed that they had not been born to this low estate. Their story had no mystery, and Marian easily collected it from the tenour of their conversation.
I'm no denyin' a word 'at Johnny Bykes says. I never hard the cratur ca'd a leear. He's but a cantankerous argle barglous body no fit to be a gatekeeper 'cep it was up upo' the Binn side, whaur 'maist naebody gangs oot or in. He wad maybe be safter hertit till a fellow cratur syne." "Would you have him let in all the tramps in the country?" said the marquis.
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