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"Sad's no name for it," replied the visitor, with emotion. "Oh, Mrs Cruden, 'ow sorry I am for you." "You are very kind. It is a sad trial to be separated from my boy, but I've not given up hopes of seeing him back soon." Mrs Shuckleford shook her head. "'Ow you must suffer on 'is account," said she. "If your 'eart don't break with it, it must be made of tougher stuff than mine."
She putts 'er 'and over 'er 'eart: 'It 'urts me, she says; 'but 'twill sune be better, she says. 'But if anything shude 'appen to me, Jim, I wants to be burried under this 'ere apple tree. I laughed.
"Big as life, dang 'is bloody 'eart. He's bothering 'er, too. Makes love to 'er right afore 'er 'us-band's eyes. It's it's out-rage- ious" Miss Noakes forgot her story and her resentment. She leaned forward, her black eyes fairly snapping, her fingers clenched.
Now, wot can a feller do but drive 'im 'ome with sticks an' stones, though it do go to my 'eart to do it? but if he goes to the factory he's sure to be shot, or scragged, or drownded, or somethink; so you see, sir, it's out o' pure kindness I'm a peltin' of 'im."
For you do resemble the family, sir. I should have known you anywheres by the likeness to the dear viscount. Ha, poor gentleman, he must 'ave a 'eavy 'eart these days!" In the same place I saw out of the inn-windows a man-servant passing in the livery of my house, which you are to think I had never before seen worn, or not that I could remember.
"Might I begin by remarking that your little affair of the 'eart, if I may use the expression, is no secret in the Servants' 'All? I 'ave no wish to seem to be taking a liberty or presuming, but I should like to intimate that the Servants' 'All is aware of the facts." "You don't have to tell me that," said George coldly. "I know all about the sweepstake."
"'Ere, give us that canteen of 'ot water," he said quietly, "I used 'is toothbrush to grease 'is boots with yesterday didn't think 'e'd miss it, for you don't come out 'ere to wash your teeth. They 'ave got funny ways, these 'ere orficers. 'Owever," he continued as he wiped the brush dry on the sleeve of his tunic, "what the eye don't see, the 'eart don't grieve over.
Years o' the Lard they call 'em! Years o' the devil most times, if you ax me. What do 'e want the New Year to bring to you, Billy?" "A contented 'eart," said Mr. Blee, "an' perhaps just half-a-crown more a week, if 't was seemly. Brains be paid higher 'n sweat in this world, an' I'm mostly brain now in my dealin's wi' Miller.
My little Joe was that broken-'earted, an' 'e declared to me as 'ow 'e wouldn't go to school no more." "I don't wonder," said Dick. "Why, if the trustees hadn't engaged her, as 'Maine Jabe' said, 'there'd be the dangdest kind of riot in the section." "Don't listen to him, Mrs. Fallows. I'm going in to sing to Ben, if I may." "An' that yeh may, bless yer 'eart!" said Mrs.
"I've tried to wake Miss Flaxman, miss," she said. "She's always very particular as I should wake her, but she was that sound asleep this morning, I 'adn't the 'eart to go on talking. Poor young lady! I expect she's pretty well wore out, working away at her books, early and late, the way she does." "Better leave her alone, Emma," agreed Tims. "I'll let Miss Burt know about it."
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