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'In a bit, Mr. Penrose, I geet as I couldn't for shame to look into Betty's een at all; an' then aw took to blushin' every time hoo come i' th' warehouse wi' her pieces, an' when hoo spoke, aw trembled all o'er like a barrow full o' size. One day hoo'd a float in her piece, and aw couldn't find it i' mi heart to bate her.
At that moment Jim's wife passed and looked at her with a scowl. Liza wished herself a hundred miles away, and blushed more violently than ever. 'Wot are yer blushin' abaht? ingenuously asked one of the girls. And they all looked from her to Mrs. Blakeston and back again. Someone said: ''Ow abaht our Sunday boots on now? And a titter went through them.
'While I am trying to do justice to that beautiful bridge you must tell my friend about yourself and your daughter, and how you and she first became two shining lights in the art world of London. 'You makes me blush, said the woman, 'an' blow me if blushin' ain't bin an' made t'other eye dry.
"Perhaps," says Eggy, blushin'. "I had promised a few of them to take some studio pictures if they would come up to-day." "And they didn't do a thing but bring all their friends," says I. "Must be fifty of them down there. You'll have a thick book before you get through." "I beg pardon," puts in Mr. Hubbard, leanin' forward int'rested, "but may I ask the nature of the book?"
But 'tis nat'ral. . . . It came to nothing with me, but I know. And expectin' a boy o' course. . . . La! ye blushin' one, don't I know the way of it!" When Ruth's travail came on her the three were gathered by candle-light in Sir Oliver's dressing-room. Beyond the door, attended by her maid and a man-midwife, Ruth shut her teeth upon her throes. So the prologue opens. Mrs.
So bashful the Widow Malone. Till one Mister O'Brien from Clare, How quare! It's little for blushin' they care Down there; Put his arm round her waist, Gave ten kisses at laste, "Oh," says he, "you're my Molly Malone, My own; Oh," says he, "you're my Molly Malone." And the widow they all thought so shy, My eye! Ne'er thought of a simper or sigh, For why?
Then Lucy got into bed first, leaving Berry to put out the light, and before she did so, Berry leaned over her, and eyed her roguishly, saying, "I never see ye like this, but I'm half in love with ye myself, you blushin' beauty! Sweet's your eyes, and your hair do take one so lyin' back. I'd never forgive my father if he kep me away from ye four-and-twenty hours just. Husband o' that!"
It was a onfortnit remark, for the whole meetin house lookt at me with mingled surprise and indignation. I was about risin to a pint of order, when it suddenly occurd to me whare I was, and I kept my seat, blushin like the red, red rose so to speak.
And the Sibyl's face was that of Fenella Stanley her voice was that of Sinfi Lovell. And then from that dizzy height seemed to come a cackling laugh: 'You makes me blush, an' blow me if blushin' ain't bin an' made t'other eye dry.
I never was that red, even in my blushin' days; but never mind, what's said to nobody is nobody's business." He laughed a forced laugh. "I was thinking, Miss Betsy," he said, "how to get the grain threshed and sent to the mills before prices come down. Which way are you going?" She had been observing him through half-closed eyes, with her head a little thrown back.
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