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Old Davie stood regarding the stranger attentively during these proceedings. "It's himsel', I doot," he remarked to Jock at last. "D'ye ken him?" "Aye, aye," said Jock dispassionately. "I ken him fine. I see him in the toon last market-day. It's himsel', sure enough!" "Eh! Puir body!" exclaimed old Davie. "And mayhe the creetur wes on his wye t' oor still."
"Lord have mercy on ye, poor creetur," said an old lady from the opposite cot. "Don't take on so. It don't help it any. It ain't agoing to bring the doctor back!" Sobs arose at this. I could hear them from more beds than I cared to count. Sorrow sat heavily in the ward for my sake. It distressed me to think of the effect of all this depression upon the nervous systems of these poor people.
"This 'ere," said Grandma, pointing to the short one; "is Rachel, and this 'ere," pointing to the tall one, "is Abigail, and Abigail's a graceful creetur' to be sure," Grandma reflected admiringly; "but then Rachel has the most powerful delivery!" I was thus enabled to understand the allusions I had already heard to Rachel's being "dry," or Abigail's being as "full as a tick," or vice versa.
Des ez sho's you er settin' dar lissenin' dey wuz a live Yankee up dar in dat tree, en he wuz a loadin' en a shootin' at de boys des ez cool es a cowcumber in de jew, en he had his hoss hitch out in de bushes, kaze I year de creetur tromplin' 'roun'. He had a spy-glass up dar, en w'iles I wuz a watchin' un 'im, he raise 'er up en look thoo 'er, en den he lay 'er down en fix his gun fer ter shoot.
'It's a 'appiness to know as one can benefit the poor sweet creetur, she observed, 'I'm sure. It isn't all as can. The torters Betsey Prig inflicts is frightful! Closing her eyes as she made this remark, in the acuteness of her commiseration for Betsey's patients, she forgot to open them again until she dropped a patten.
You recollect him? 'Never mind, replied the old lady, with great dignity. 'Don't trouble Mr. Pickwick about an old creetur like me. Nobody cares about me now, and it's very nat'ral they shouldn't. Here the old lady tossed her head, and smoothed down her lavender-coloured silk dress with trembling hands. 'Come, come, ma'am, said Mr. Pickwick, 'I can't let you cut an old friend in this way.
He sat in a rocking-chair smoking a pipe. "Le' 's go back," whispered Drusilla. "Dat ar creetur bigger dan a hoss. Ef he git a glimp' us we er gone gone!" Sweetest Susan shivered and looked at Buster John, and Buster John looked at Mr. Thimblefinger. But Mr. Thimblefinger ran forward, crying out: "Howdy, folks, howdy! I've brought some friends home to dinner." He beckoned to the children.
Bob Sawyer was an 'odous creetur; and, on his becoming rather more pressing in his attentions, imprinted her fair fingers upon his face, and bounced out of the room with many expressions of aversion and contempt. Deprived of the young lady's society, Mr.
This more amazed Rachel than even Mrs. Crump's merriment. "Even you, Timothy, join in ridiculing your sister!" she exclaimed, in an 'Et tu Brute, tone. "We don't mean to ridicule you, Rachel," gasped Mrs. Crump, with difficulty, "but we can't help laughing " "At the prospect of my death," uttered Rachel. "Well, I'm a poor forlorn creetur, I know; I haven't got a friend in the world.
Here was Billy, rich and healthy, Jack at college, and ever'thing a-runnin' slick and smooth, when nothin' must do but the old creetur must take to the jug, and it's gone on and gone on, till old Bradley Gaither owns in-about all the Carew plantation that's wuth ownin'. Maybe it was Billy's wife druv him to it, Sister Jane." "I say the word!" exclaimed Miss Jane, scornfully, "I say the word!
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