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Cutts didn't answer 'im a word; 'e was pretty near bursting with passion. He got up and shook 'is fist in Bob Pretty's face, and then 'e went off stamping down the road as if 'e was going mad. And for a time Bob Pretty seemed to 'ave all the luck on 'is side.
Lord Cutts, when his wound was dressed, returned to the scene of action, and ordered two hundred chosen men of Mackay's regiment, commanded by lieutenant Cockle, to attack the face of the salient angle next to the breach sword in hand, while the ensigns of the same regiment should advance and plant their colours on the pallisadoes.
You see familiarity breeds contempt with bullets as with other things, and though it is no easy matter to come to like them, like the King of Sweden or my Lord Cutts, it is not so very hard to become indifferent to them. The cornet's death did not remain long unavenged.
The odd thing was that men who'd never taken a hare or a pheasant in their lives could 'ardly meet 'is eye, while Bob Pretty stared at 'im as if 'e was a wax-works. "I 'ear you 'ad a little poaching in these parts afore I came," ses Mr. Cutts to the landlord. "I think I 'ave 'eard something o' the kind," ses the landlord, staring over his 'ead with a far-away look in 'is eyes.
As the ladies love to see themselves in a glass; so a man likes to see himself in his journal. BOSWELL. 'A very pretty allusion. JOHNSON. 'Yes, indeed. BOSWELL. 'And as a lady adjusts her dress before a mirror, a man adjusts his character by looking at his journal. I next year found the very same thought in Atterbury's Funeral Sermon on Lady Cutts; where, having mentioned her Diary, he says, 'In this glass she every day dressed her mind. This is a proof of coincidence, and not of plagiarism; for I had never read that sermon before.
Cutts', new Burlingame stormer, that Anne Montgomery coaches and caters for and who gives wonderful entertainments. Mother and Aunt Susan won't go, but nearly all the others do." "Anne Montgomery. I haven't seen her since mother died." "You look as if an idea had struck you.
"Never mind," whispered little Jane, "I'll bring one to you at the meeting-house on the Sabbath." John Cutts lifted his boy to the horse's back, and with the bag of meal behind the saddle they started homeward over beaten paths through the woods to the clearing, some two miles from the settlement. This happened as long ago as 1671, when the fire on the hearth was the only kind used.
"I say, Cutts," said I, "it occurs to me that I have heard something uncommonly like this before. Our friend is losing his originality, and poaching unceremoniously upon Ivanhoe. You had better stop him at once." "I presume then, Mandeville, you did for that fellow Martinitz?" said Cutts. "The gigantic Hulan was hurled from his saddle like a stone from a sling.
"And that's wot I've been kept 'ere all night for," he ses, at last, shaking his 'ead. "That's wot comes o' trying to do a kindness to keepers, and 'elping of 'em in their difficult work. P'r'aps that ain't the sack arter all, Mr. Cutts. I could ha' sworn they was pheasants in the one I found, but I may be mistook, never 'aving 'ad one in my 'ands afore.
"Look 'ere," ses Bob Pretty, "I'm not going to sit 'ere all night to please you; I'm going off 'ome. If you want me you'll know where to find me." "You stay where you are," ses Mr. Cutts. "We ain't going to let you out of our sight." "Very well, then, you take me 'ome," ses Bob. "I'm not going to catch my death o' cold sitting 'ere. I'm not used to being out of a night like you are.
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