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Can you not," she said, in the faded sweetness of her speech, "could you not buy it, and let father be your tenant, uncle? He would pay you regularly." Anthony turned a rough shoulder on her. "Good-bye, Dahly. You be a good girl, and all 'll go right. Old farmer talks about praying. If he didn't make it look so dark to a chap, I'd be ready to fancy something in that. You try it. You try, Dahly.
"I don't want to hurry you, Mas' Gammon," she said; "Lord knows, I like to see you and everybody eat his full and be thankful; but, all about my Dahly waitin', I feel pricked wi' a pin all over, I do; and there's my blessed in London," she answered, "and we knowin' nothin' of her, and one close by to tell me! I never did feel what slow things dumplin's was, afore now!"
Sumfit; "and do be good creatures, and begin about my Dahly, and where she got that Bumptious gownd, and the bonnet with blue flowers lyin' by on the table: now, do!" Rhoda coughed. "And she wears lavender gloves like a lady," Mrs. Sumfit was continuing. Rhoda stamped on her foot.
Anthony was shown at church, in spite of a feeble intimation he expressed, that it would be agreeable to him to walk about in the March sunshine, and see the grounds and the wild flowers, which never gave trouble, nor cost a penny, and were always pretty, and worth twenty of your artificial contrivances. "Same as I say to Miss Dahly," he took occasion to remark; "but no! no good.
"Now, don't you be uneasy about your sister Dahly." Old Anthony, as he spoke, fixed his small brown eyes on the girl, and seemed immediately to have departed far away in speculation. A question recalled him. "Is her health good?" "Ay; stomach's good, head's good, lungs, brain, what not, all good. She's a bit giddy, that's all." "In her head?" "Ay; and on her pins. Never you mind.
They're easy to give, if give 'em you can. Ah, there's a weddin' ring on your finger, sure enough. Plain gold and, Lord! how bony your fingers ha' got, Dahly. If you are a sinner, you're a bony one now, and that don't seem so bad to me. I don't accuse you, my dear. Perhaps I'd like to see your husband's banker's book. But what your father hears, is You've gone wrong."
Sumfit, "I got that power over him, from doctorin' him, and cookin' for him, I persuaded him to help my poor Dahly in my blessed's need. I'd like him to do it by halves, but he can't." Master Gammon appeared round a corner of the house, his box, draped by his handkerchief, under his arm.
Why, in the City. "I'll take you by our governor's house. You know you know don't ye, Dahly, know we been suspecting his nephew? 'cause we saw him with you at the theatre. "I didn't suspect. I knew he found you there by chance, somehow. And I noticed your dress there. No wonder your husband's poor. He wanted to make you cut a figure as one of the handsomes, and that's as ruinous as cabs ha! ha!"
'the darkie lass, as your father says. 'Little, says I; why, you needn't be ashamed to stand beside a grenadier. Trust the country for growing fine gals." "You are my uncle, then?" said Rhoda. "Tell me how my sister is. Is she well? Is she quite happy?" "Dahly?" returned old Anthony, slowly. "Yes, yes; my sister!" Rhoda looked at him with distressful eagerness.
"Then, I've guessed right; he turns out not to be a gentleman eh, Dahly? Go on noddin', if ye like. Never mind the shop people; we're well-conducted, and that's all they care for. I say, Dahly, he ain't a gentleman? You speak out or nod your head. You thought you'd caught a gentleman and 'taint the case. Gentlemen ain't caught so easy.
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