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"You ought to pity it for its deformity, poor little creature, rather than reproach it, mother," observed the young damsel. "Marry kem eawt!" cried her mother, sharply, "yo'n getten fine feelings wi' your larning fro t' good feythers, Dolly. Os ey said efore, ey wish t' brat wur far enough." "You forget it has no mother," suggested Dorothy, kindly.
Ben relaxed his hold a little, and the girl continued: "The brat ain't mine it air a woman's on the hill. She didn't like it, and gave it to me, with a little money, till Daddy comes back." "Whose brat air it?" "A woman's I says, a-livin' on the hill." The words struggled through the fishy hand. "Ye'll take it back to her to-night, ye does; then ye comes with me to the shanty.
"Good night, old mole," said Hawker; "good night, old bat, old parchment skin, old sixty per cent. Ha, ha! If a wench brings a brat to thee, old lad, chuck it out o' window, and her after it. Thou can only get hung for it, man. They can only hang thee once, and that is better than to keep it and foster it, and have it turn against thee when it grows up. Good night."
"I hope to goodness, Master, you won't bore me with that brat while I am here," he exclaimed, "chattering aphorisms like a parrot. I can't stand children out of their place." "Since there will be three gentlemen, Ginevra," Miss Roberta said on Saturday morning when they sat together in the Italian parlor after breakfast, "do you not think we had better have Halcyone down to dinner to-night?
I'll reward you for the rest of your life. PODKHALYÚZIN. I don't need anything, Samsón Sílych, except your peace of mind, sir. I've lived with you since my earliest years, and I've received countless favors from you; it may be said, sir, you took me as a little brat, to sweep out your shops; consequently I simply must be grateful.
"I'm sure I don't know," answered Mac, suddenly aware that he had fallen out of one quandary into another. "Didn't you ask?" "No, the mother called her 'Baby, and the old woman, 'Brat. And that is all I know of the first name the last is Kennedy. You may christen her what you like." "Then I shall name her Dulcinea, as you are her knight, and call her Dulce for short.
'For the gracious love of the merciful heaven, Tummas, bethink thyself! 'I'll teach thee to swear thy ugly bastard brat to me! 'I wunnot, Tummas; I wunnot! For Christ Jesus sake bethink thyself! Dunnot murder me, Tummas! Oh, dunnot murder me! I'll never trouble thee, Tummas, while I have breath; I'll never trouble thee! Indeed, indeed, I wunnot!
She would have made a strapping heir. She has the thigh and shoulders of a handsome man-child at this hour, and she is not three years old." "Sir Jeoffry missed his mark when he called her an ugly brat," said the woman who had nursed her. "She will be a handsome woman though large in build, it may be.
Sir Joseph was dead, and the will when read contained a codicil by which that young brat was made the heir to the Orley Farm estate.
One would think you spent your whole time trying to get even with somebody." "I got even with my lady Skinner," smiled Waldstricker. "I gave her brat a whipping." The words came slowly, and the man watched their effect. Helen was not able to sense the full meaning of his statement at first. Mechanically, she rescued the doll and laid it on the table.
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