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'I wish they were at the bottom of Wampool river, with them they belong to, said Nanty Ewart. 'But they are part of cargo; and what to do with the poor young fellow 'Why, many a better fellow has roughed it on the grass with a cloak o'er him, said Crackenthorp. 'If he hath a fever, nothing is so cooling as the night air.
'Because, Master Jonathan, you must wait till your betters be served, or else eat with your equals. Joshua Geddes argued the point no further, but sitting quietly down on the seat which Crackenthorp indicated to him, and calling for a pint of ale, with some bread, butter, and Dutch cheese, began to satisfy the appetite which the morning air had rendered unusually alert.
As they entered, they heard the sound of a fiddle in the stone-floored and well-sanded kitchen, through which they were about to follow their corpulent host, and where several people seemed engaged in dancing to its strains. 'D n thee, said Nixon to Crackenthorp, 'would you have the lady go through all the mob of the parish? Hast thou no more private way to our sitting-room?
'Then ye will have nae breakfast that will come within 'the compass of a shilling Scots? 'Which is a penny sterling, answered Crackenthorp, with a sneer. 'Why, no, Sawney, I can't say as we have we can't afford it; But you shall have a bellyful for love, as we say in the bull-ring.
Anything wanted, Master Nixon? 'No yes begone! said Nixon, who seemed embarrassed with the landlord's contumacy, yet desirous to conceal the effect it produced on him. The door was no sooner closed on Crackenthorp, than Miss Redgauntlet, addressing Nixon, commanded him to leave the room and go to his proper place.
Fairbird, he is the prince of skinkers, and the father of the free trade not a stingy hypocritical devil like old Turnpenny Skinflint, that drinks drunk on other folk's cost, and thinks it sin when he has to pay for it but a real hearty old cock; the sharks have been at and about him this many a day, but Father Crackenthorp knows how to trim his sails never a warrant but he hears of it before the ink's dry.
This jest procured a shout of laughter, and, what was still more acceptable than dry applause, a man who stood beside called out, 'Father Crackenthorp, bring a nipperkin of brandy. I'll bestow a dram on this fellow, were it but for that very word.
Father Crackenthorp should be d d himself for putting an honest fellow's neck in such jeopardy.
Godfrey felt a great throb: there was one terror in his mind at that moment: it was, that the woman might not be dead. That was an evil terror an ugly inmate to have found a nestling-place in Godfrey's kindly disposition; but no disposition is a security from evil wishes to a man whose happiness hangs on duplicity. "Hush, hush!" said Mr. Crackenthorp. "Go out into the hall there.
Crackenthorp, the rector, assisted by Squire Cass and other substantial parishioners. It had just occurred to Mr.
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