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Boh Granny Demdike is used to deal wi' sich folk." "Oh! why was I born?" cried Alizon, bitterly. "Yo may weel ask that," responded Jennet, with a loud unfeeling laugh; "fo ey see neaw great use yo're on, wi' yer protty feace an bright een, onless it be to may one hate ye." "Is it possible you can say this to me, Jennet?" cried Alizon. "What have I done to incur your hatred?
"They told me down-stairs you'd left word you wanted to see me." "Sit down," said Sheridan, rising. Roscoe sat. His father walked close to him, sniffed suspiciously, and then walked away, smiling bitterly. "Boh!" he exclaimed. "Still at it!" "Yes," said Roscoe. "I've had a couple of drinks this morning. What about it?" "I reckon I better adopt some decent young man," his father returned.
"Liver, maybe," said Bibbs, gently. "Boh! Even ole Doc Gurney says there's nothin' wrong with you organically. No. You're a dreamer, Bibbs; that's what's the matter, and that's ALL the matter. Oh, not one o' these BIG dreamers that put through the big deals! No, sir! You're the kind o' dreamer that just sets out on the back fence and thinks about how much trouble there must be in the world!
Hiding herself in the entry outside the glass door, she could see from that post of observation the old man in his spectacles sitting writing at his desk. 'Boh! cried the dressmaker, popping in her head at the glass-door. 'Mr Wolf at home? The old man took his glasses off, and mildly laid them down beside him. 'Ah Jenny, is it you? I thought you had given me up.
"My fault entirely," said he; "I should have known. Please go on." "Hicksey came out of what was left of the village with his prisoners and captives, all neatly tied up. Boh Na-ghee was first, and one of the villagers, as soon as he found the old ruffian helpless, began kicking him quietly. The Boh stood it as long as he could, and then groaned, and we saw what was going on.
There's nothing nicer than a satisfactory little expedition, when you find your plans fit together, and your information's teek correct, you know, and the whole sub-chiz I mean, when everything works out like formulae on a blackboard. Hicksey had all the information about the Boh. He had been burning villages and murdering people right and left, and cutting up Government convoys, and all that.
"Boh ey am nah quite so familiar wi' Owd Scrat os yo seem to suppose."
'Ugh, you disgraceful boy! exclaimed Miss Wren, attracted by the sound of his chattering teeth, 'I wish they'd all drop down your throat and play at dice in your stomach! Boh, wicked child! Bee-baa, black sheep! On her accompanying each of these reproaches with a threatening stamp of the foot, the wretched creature protested with a whine.
I had to explain that I couldn't do anything. If you'd seen 'em both tangled up together on the floor in one kicking cocoon, you'd have laughed for a week. Hicksey swore that the only decent man of his acquaintance was the Boh, and all the way to camp Hicksey was talking to the Boh, and the Boh was complaining about the soreness of his bones.
Boh sin ye mun knoa, it wur Mistress Nutter." "Aha! very good I mean very bad," cried Potts. "What did Mistress Nutter do to you, my little dear? Don't be afraid of telling me. If I can do any thing for you I shall be very happy. Speak out and don't be afraid." "Nay fo' shure, ey'm nah afeerd," returned Jennet. "Boh whot mays ye so inqueesitive?
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