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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Oh, William! it ain't for sake of hearin' talk; but you, that went to see our Dahly, the blossom, 've come back streaky under the eyes, and you make the house feel as if we neighboured Judgement Day. Down to tea you set the first moment, and me alone with none of you, and my love for my girl known well to you. And now to be marched off! How can I go a-bed and sleep, and my heart jumps so?
Anthony's strict injunction held them due at a lamp-post outside Boyne's Bank, at half-past three o'clock in the afternoon. "My love to Dahly," he said. "She was always a head and shoulders over my size. Tell her, when she rolls by in her carriage, not to mind me. I got my own notions of value. And if that Mr. Ayrton of hers 'll bank at Boyne's, I'll behave to him like a customer.
"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.
It's very hard on me I try what I can to make you comf happy; and really, to see you leaving your dinner to get cold! Your hands are like ice. The meat won't be eatable. You know I'm not my own master. Come, Dahly, my darling!" He gently put his hand to her chin, and then drew away the handkerchief. Dahlia moaned at the exposure of her tear-stained face, she turned it languidly to the wall.
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.
'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.
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