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Did you see him yourself now?" "I've rid him! Yes! an' told him where to go," with a ghoulish nod. "Quite friendly with ghosts and things, eh?" "I don' mind 'em. I seen the ole lady up at the big house. Yes, an' talked to her too." "Clever boy! Put the evil eye on her?" "Noh, ee cann't." "Can't? Why, I thought you were a past master in all little matters of that kind."
But, my dears, we cann't let annybody else have 'm. Shorrt of his bein' drowned or killed, we must intrigue to keep the wretch to ourselves." "Oh, dear!" said Adela impatiently. "Well, and I didn't say to myself, ye little jealous thing!" retorted Mrs. Chump. "Indeed, ma'am, you are welcome to him." "And indeed, miss, I don't want 'm.
"Oh! there was flirtin', flirtin'! And go and see what the noble poet says of tying up in sacks and plumpin' of poor bodies of women into forty fathoms by them Turks and Greeks, all because of jeal'sy. So, they make a woman in earnest there, the wretches, 'cause she cann't have onny of her jokes. Didn't ye tease Mr. Paricles on board the yacht, Ad'la? Now, was he there?"
Pow's! will ye prove that you're a blessed angel, sir, and come, just for five minutes which is a short time to do a thing for a woman she'll never forget." "Pray spare me, madam," Merthyr pleaded. "I have much to learn at Richford." "I cann't spare ye, sir," cried Mrs. Chump. "I cann't go before that fam'ly quite alone. They're a tarr'ble fam'ly. Oh! I'll be goin' on my knees to ye, Mr. Pow's.
"Oh! there was flirtin', fiirtin'! And go and see what the noble poet says of tying up in sacks and plumpin' of poor bodies of women into forty fathoms by them Turks and Greeks, all because of jeal'sy. So, they make a woman in earnest there, the wretches, 'cause she cann't have onny of her jokes. Didn't ye tease Mr. Paricles on board the yacht, Ad'la? Now, was he there?"
"Ee cann't put evil eye on a ghost," with infinite scorn. "Oh, she's a ghost, is she? And what did you talk about?" "You coul'n't understan'," grunted Johnnie, to whom his meeting with the White Lady was a treasured memory if a somewhat tender subject. And Marielihou? Ah, Marielihou was a black mystery.
"And there, sir!" she tossed a pen. Hearing Braintop mutter, "Lady-like behaviour," Mrs. Chump came out in a fiery bloom. "Ye detestable young fella! Oh, ye young deceiver! Ye cann't do the work of a man! Oh! and here's another woman dis'pointed, and when she thought she'd got a man to write her letters!" Braintop rose and retorted. "Ye're false, Mr. Braintop ye're offensuv, sir!" said Mrs.
And didn't I get up airly so as to go to church and have my conscience qui't, and 'stead of that I come out full of evil passions, all for the sake o' these ungrateful garls that's always where ye cann't find 'em. Why, if they was to be married at the altar, they'd stare and be 'ffendud if ye asked them if they was thinking of their husbands, they would!
Pow's! will ye prove that you're a blessed angel, sir, and come, just for five minutes which is a short time to do a thing for a woman she'll never forget." "Pray spare me, madam," Merthyr pleaded. "I have much to learn at Richford." "I cann't spare ye, sir," cried Mrs. Chump. "I cann't go before that fam'ly quite alone. They're a tarr'ble fam'ly. Oh! I'll be goin' on my knees to ye, Mr. Pow's.
But, my dears, we cann't let annybody else have 'm. Shorrt of his bein' drowned or killed, we must intrigue to keep the wretch to ourselves." "Oh, dear!" said Adela impatiently. "Well, and I didn't say to myself, ye little jealous thing!" retorted Mrs. Chump. "Indeed, ma'am, you are welcome to him." "And indeed, miss, I don't want 'm.
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