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Updated: May 29, 2025
'You was made the recipient of sentiments which emanated' that's the way to talk to 'em in public life. I can reckernise the lingo, though I couldn' manage it for worlds, an' don't know as I want to try." "Troy is my native town, you see," explained Cai, drinking encouragement. "An' a rattlin' fine one, too!" Tobias halted in front of a wall letter-box. "Look at that, now!
But by good chance, when Tregagle comed to en, the man weer carryin' a lil baaby in's arms a lil cheel as had never done a single wicked act, bein' tu young; so Tregagle couldn' do no hurt. An' they caught en again, an' passon set en 'pon another job: to make a truss o' sand in Whitsand Bay wi'out usin' any fresh water.
He brung down some gray britches to the kitchen to see if I couldn' press an' clean 'em right quick: they was the ones Miss Jane, when she's paintin' all them sunsets, lef' her paint-box open, an' one them sunsets got on these here gray britches, Miz Baxter; an' hones'ly, Miz Baxter, he's fixed 'em in a condishum, tryin' to git that paint out, I don't believe it 'll be no use sendin' 'em to the cleaner.
First along I'd a mind to join in an' read the man one or two Practical Hints out o' the sixpenny book; for worse shadowin' you couldn' see.
Once' m' pappy run away an' Marse Jim got de blood houn's afte' him, an' catched him up 'fo he could git fur, an' dat day he lay him 'cross de barrel, an' whupped him frum sun up til sun down. When he quit off, m' pappy couldn' talk no more'n a whisper sca'cely. "Pattyrollers, I heard of 'em allright 'cause dey sho' would git you iffen y' went abroad widout a pass frum Marse Jim.
But they couldn' lay the ghost no more arter; an' it was a devil-ghost, which is the worstest kind; an' it stuck close to thicky lyin' man an' wouldn' leave en nohow. But at last a white witch bound the spirit an' condemned it to empty out Dosmery Pool wi' a crogan wi' a hole in it. A crogan's a limpet shell, which you mightn't knaw, Mister Jan.
He steadied himself to say, "You seem to take a lot of interest, Mr Philp, in other people's affairs." "Heaps," said Mr Philp. "I couldn' live without it." It must be admitted, though with sorrow, that on the Committee Ship that day Captain Cai did not shine.
"I couldn' make nobody hear at all by knocking," apologized Jonathan Kail, for it was he at last; "and as't was raining out I opened the door. I've brought the things, sir." "I am very glad to see them. But you are very late." "Well, yes, sir."
"They flew over to church there and settled in black trees." "Vicar, maybe, since they went that way." "Mebbe!" hopefully. "Well, well! Perhaps if we gave him a hint he might take some precautions." "Couldn' tek nauthen 'd be any use 'gainst crows. Go'zamin, they knows!" "You're just a confirmed old croaker, Johnnie." "A'n't!" said Johnnie. "Where's our old friend Marielihou?"
"Coorse I knawed that if all was well with 'e, you'd a done the right thing, but it 'peared as if the right thing couldn' be to leave me, Mister Jan not now, now you be my world like; 'cause theer edn' nothin' or nobody else in the world but you for me. 'Tis wicked, but t'others be all faded away; an' faither's nort, an' Joe's nort, alongside o' you." He did not answer, and began to paint.
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