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"I ain't deservin' o' this nohow," and he commenced to snivel a little. Mr. Gibney forgot that he was playing a hypocrite's part, and his generous nature overcame him. "Dog my cats," he blustered, "what's the use givin' him the vessel if we don't give him some spondulicks to outfit her with grub an' supplies? Poor devil! I bet he ain't got a cent to bless himself with.
I'm clean 'shamed to look you in the face when I think of it. Say! Do me a favor, Chum. If ever I lift hand to lick you, jes' bite me and give me hydrophoby. For I'll sure be deservin' it. Now come on home!" He patted the silken head of the jubilant dog as he talked, rumpling the soft ears and stroking the long, blazed muzzle.
Mrs Partridge looked on with a choking sensation in her throat, desiring nothing for herself, but angry with Fortune for showering her gifts on others. Then she stepped up briskly, and cried out: "I 'eard all about yer luck, an' I sez to myself, 'it couldn't 'ave 'appened to a more deservin' young feller. You'll ride in yer carriage yet, mark my words."
He grew positively rude when I pressed him, and shy and red, and took the money at last without a thank you. When I told him how much I owed him, he grunted something about 'ae guid turn deservin' anither'. You would have thought from our leave-taking that we had parted in disgust. Hislop was a cheery soul, who chattered all the way over the pass and down the sunny vale of Annan.
"A letter!" exclaimed Mr. Bee, "with the frank of Reybold on it that Yankeest of Pennsylvania Whigs! Yer's familiarity! Wants me to appoint one U U U, what?" "Uriel Basil," said the small boy on crutches, with a clear, bold, but rather sensitive voice. "Uriel Basil, a page in the House of Representatives, bein' an infirm, deservin' boy, willin' to work to support his mother.
However, David, continued she, 'I dinna doubt but ye will mak' a gude husband; for ye're a sensible, and I really think a deservin' lad; and were it nae mair than your name, the name o' Stuart wad be a passport to my heart.
"'Why, these days, if a man wishes to divorce the family jewels an' is afraid of his wife, the house is always entered by a burglar. My dear sir, the burglar is an ever-present help in time of trouble. It's a pity that we have no Gentleman's Home Journal in which poor but deservin' husbands could find encouragement an' inspiration. "He looked at me an' laughed.
And it's deservin' of it he is for no man on the docks works harder than my big Dan." Her eyes shone like two stars. "Well, ye'll want to be a-eatin' the dumplin's so I'll go along. Good-night, Mrs. Lynch." "God love you, Mister Torrence," whispered Moira, too overcome to manage her voice. Closing the door behind her unexpected visitor she turned and caught the wondering Beryl into her arms.
"I shall not be here to-morrow," he said. His grasp upon the thing in his pocket had loosened, and he tightened it. "I have some more money in my purse," he said deliberately. "I meant to give it away before going. I want to give it to people who need it very much." She gave him one of the sly, squinting glances. "Deservin' cases?" She put it to him in brazen mockery.
"Can you find out what Winsome thinks herself?" "I can that, though she hasna a word to say to me that am far mair deservin' o' confidence than that muckle peony faced hempie, Meg, that an ill Providence gied me for a sis ter. Her keep a secret? the wind wad waft it oot o' her." Thus affectionately Jess. "But how can you find out, then?" persisted the young man, yet unsatisfied.
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