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A cheer went up from the onlookers. But without loss of time Lossing had the horse up, turned him about, and, seeing him quite fit and not too nervous, remounted; and now the horse was obedient to his every move or word. Twice more he threw him, and then, returning him to Diggs, he said: 'Diggs, a horse can be as jealous as a woman, and more easily shamed than a boy.

Diggs, the surgeon, whom I sent for at the first hearing of the rencounter, to inquire, for your sake, how your brother was, told me, that there was no danger from the wound, if there were none from the fever; which it seems has been increased by the perturbation of his spirits. Mr. Wyerley drank tea with us yesterday; and though he is far from being partial to Mr.

He could not have endured this part of the business. The Christmas Carol lay on the mantelpiece behind the stove, with Mr. Bingle's reading glasses, both ready for use. At six-thirty Mr. Diggs appeared, laden with bundles, and at his heels was Watson, carrying a tremendous basket. They were clad in huge fur overcoats, their faces were red from the cold, and their voices were vastly cheerful.

Bertie was pleased, but made a modest observation, and "Are we near the tavern?" he asked. "Bird-in-Hand!" the son of the soil echoed; and he contemplated them from his gate. "That's me," he stated, with complacence. "Bill Diggs of the Bird-in-Hand has been me since April, '65."

He was at the top of a step-ladder, struggling to reach the lowest crystal pendant on the enormous chandelier, and the ladder was wobbling. "It's all tommy-rot," muttered Watson, apropos of nothing that had gone before. "Wot's all tommy-rot?" demanded Mr. Diggs severely. "Christmas Eve," said Watson. "I have no objection to Christmas morning, but 'ang me if I can see any sense in Christmas Eve.

"You're awfully good, Melissa," said Frederick gloomily. "And what's more, don't let 'em guy you about her. Mr. Diggs don't let any one guy him about me, you can bet. And say, if you can manage to sneak one of Mr. Bingle's razors out of his room some day, I'll shave you. There's nothing like getting your whiskers started early." "Gee, Melissa, will you?" "Like a shot. Let me feel your chin.

Now the question rises, what is a collier to do with waistcoats? Pawn 'em I s'pose to Diggs' son-in-law, next door to his father's shop, and sell the ticket for sixpence. Now there's the question; keep to the question; the question is waistcoats and tommy; first waistcoats and then tommy."

Dale was very hopeful of the "new Bermudas" and proceeded to annex "to the freedom, and corporation ... many miles of champion, and woodland, in several Hundreds" on both sides of the James. These Hamor enumerated as the " Upper and Nether Hundreds, Rochdale Hundred Wests Sherley Hundred, and Diggs his Hundred."

Oh, I have sinned enough in ignorance; now I will speak." She bit her lips to keep back the quick tears, tapping her foot upon the floor. The red was in her cheeks and her eyes were as black as night. Her bosom quivered from the lash of her scorn. "But you must keep out of it, my dear Eugie. Dudley and I will manage it. We'll see Diggs and get a retraction from him that's sensible and simple.

"Oh, be quiet," commanded Dan, "I shan't hear Diggs made fun of, and it's time to get back, anyway. Well, loveliest of lovely ladies, you must put on your prettiest frock to-night." Virginia's blush deepened. Did she like Dan so very much? thought Betty.

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