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Her lips curled tremulously, and her bright eyes were sad. Miss Blin knew it perfectly well without being told; but she wouldn't have pretended that she did, for all the world. "O, tut!" said she. "You get along well enough. You like one another full as well as could be expected, only you ain't constituted similar, that's all.
With the words, "Thus with the year seasons return," Tibbie's attention grew fixed; and when the reader came to the passage, "So much the rather thou, Celestial Light, Shine inward," her attention rose into rapture. "Ay, ay, lassie! That man kent a' aboot it! He wad never hae speired gin a blin' crater like me kent what the licht was. He kent what it was weel. Ay did he!"
Malcolm, perceiving from the looks of the men that things were as his grandfather had divined, spoke indignantly: "Ye oucht to tak shame to ca' yersel's gentlefowk, an' play a puir blin' man, wha was doin' his best to please ye, sic an ill faured trick."
"There is no wind in the entry, and nobody will come," she said. When she was only excitedly afraid there wouldn't! I cannot justify little Bel. I do not try to. "Now, see! isn't it beautiful?" "It sags just a crumb, here at the left," said Aunt Blin, poking and stooping under Bel's elbow. "No; it is only a baste give way. You shouldn't have sprung so, child."
Well, well, it's the way we a' maun gang, as the auld blin' woman said, and here's wishing you the best o' luck!" He came across to shake hands, but the Chamberlain checked him hurriedly. "Psha!" said he. "Madame's just a little premature, Mr. Petullo; there must be no word o' this just now." "Is it that way?" said Petullo. "Likely the Baron's thrawn.
My mammy worked in de fiel', an' her mammy, Lillie, were de yard-woman. She looked after de little cullud chillun. "I don't recollec' any playthings us had 'cept a ball my young marster gimme. He were Sam Lewis Stephenson, 'bout my age. De little cullud chillun' ud play 'Blin' Man', 'Hidin'', an' jus' whatever come to han'. "My young marster learned me out o' his speller, but Mistis whupped me.
"An' Als'on can't pick cotton fas', nohow, kase he ain't use ter cotton neber see'd none till he come yere an' her know'd he'd git a cowhidin'. It's meaner'n boneset tea," said Edny Ann. "A heap meaner," assented Cat. "Sich puffawmance's wusser'n stealin' acawns frum a blin' hog."
A great many of us may be as near as that to each other in the telling of the world's story, who never get the leaf turned over, or between whom the chapters are divided, with never a connecting word. The Ingrahams moved into Boston in the early summer. It was July when Bel came down from the hill-country with Aunt Blin. Do you remember somebody else who lives in Boston?
Hewland came in, and up the stairs, and found them there. Aunt Blin had not awaked. There was a trace of morphine in her cough-drops, and Bel knew now, since she had slept so long, that she would doubtless sleep late into the morning. That was well. It would be time enough to tell her by and by. There would be all day, all winter, to tell it in. Mr.
Aunt Blin took cold through her face and her feet; and these the dressing-gown, and the waterproof, and the comforter, did not protect. "It must have spread among those crowded houses in Kingston and South streets," Aunt Blin said; and as she spoke, her poor old "ornaments" chattered. "Aunt Blin, you shall come down, and take something hot, and go to bed!" exclaimed Bel, peremptorily.
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