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"'E thought she was dead, 'e did, arter Rosanner gave him the go-by." "And why did you not tell him?" "'Cause I wanted to break 'is 'eart, if 'e 'ad any," said the old beldame, vindictively. "Sal was a-goin' wrong as fast as she could till she was tuk from me. If she had gone and got into quod I'd 'ave gone to 'im, and said, 'Look at yer darter! 'Ow I've ruined her as you did mine."
I'll swear afore all the beaks in London as I'm the mother of my own on'y darter Winifred, allus' wur 'er mother, and allus wull be; an' if she went a-beggin' it worn't my fort. She liked beggin', poor dear; some gals does. 'Her name Winifred! I cried, with a pang at my heart as sharp as though there had been a reasonable hope till now. 'In course her name was Winifred. 'Liar!
Nobody else help her dress, or do anything in 'e young missus's room, dan Chloe, sheself my darter, Chloe Clawbonny!" Here was a new turn given to the affair! It was "like master, like man." I determined to say a good word for the poor fellow, however; while it would have been exceeding the usage of the family to interfere in any other manner than by advice, in an affair of the heart.
"It's so, but it was kept secret by Deacon Salisbury. I overheerd it. Wa'al, that's a proof that you don't understand Joan, I reckon. And considerin' that Demorest HIMSELF don't know it, ez I found out only the other day in talking to him, I kalkilate I'm safe in sayin' that you're neither o' you quite up to Deacon Salisbury's darter in nat'ral cuteness.
It's a real prize litter I do assure you! an' Mattie my darter, she be that proud, an' all ye wants to do is just to coom along an' choose your own!" "Thank you, Mr. Thorpe!" said Walden with his usual patient courtesy "Thank you very much! I will certainly come. Glad to hear the cow is better. And is Miss Thorpe well?" "She's that foine," rejoined the farmer "that only the pigs can beat 'er!
He wrote to Buzzby "by manes of the ritin' he had larn'd aboord the Dolfin," informing him that he had forsaken the "say" and become a small farmer near Cork. He had plenty of murphies and also a pig the latter "bein'" he said, "so like the wan that belonged to his owld grandmother, that he thought it must be the same wan corned alive agin, or its darter."
"Where is Doctor Vane now?" I asked finally. "Over to Minneapolis, sir, with more rich patients nor he can take care of. Wasn't my darter over there last month, and seen him? And demned if he didn't pull up his carriage and talk to her. Here's luck to him." I might have heard much more of the stockraiser had I stayed, but I fear I left him somewhat abruptly in my haste to find Farrar.
So the parish comed an' brought a coffin an' tookt her, pore dear. And I've cried myself stupid-like, bein' her pore mother as 'es lost her on'y darter an' I was just a-tryin' to make myself comfable when this 'ere young toff as seems so werry drunk comes a-rappin' at my door fit to rap the 'ouse down. 'Has she been buried at all? How can a spiritual body be buried? "Buried at all?"
I lives in Primrose Court, Great Queen Street, an' my reg'lar perfession is a-sellin' coffee "so airly in the mornin'," and I've got a darter as ain't quite so 'ansom as me, bein' the moral of her father. And now in my vision I perceived that Nin-ki-gal's face was that of the old woman I had seen in Cyril's studio, and that she was dressed in the same fantastic in which Cyril had bedizened her.
Silsbee, the man who was to bring me here and might have found my cousin for me, was killed by Indians." "Hold up, sonny. Let me help ye," said the first speaker, rising to his feet. "YOU didn't get killed by Injins because you got lost out of a train with Silsbee's infant darter.
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