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But I don't sing very often unless I be alone, or easy in my mind an' 'appy-'earted, which I ain't." "No?" enquired Bellew. "Not by no manner o' means, I ain't, contrariwise my 'eart be sore an' full o' gloom, which ain't to be wondered at, nohow." "And yet you were singing."
And then, Sir, all I can do, I can't get him to wear is at, when he knows in is eart he had a stroke of the sun near Badajoz, which knocked him off his orse, and see how it cut his face. He was so andsome before, Sir." "Betty," said the sergeant, "the doctor is calling you. Do go into the ouse, and don't bother the gentleman.
With her vivid hair and eyes and her swift slenderness, Hazel had a fawn-like air as she traversed the wavering shadows. She passed his tree without seeing him, and stood listening. Then she began to plead with the truant. 'What for did you run away, Foxy, my dear? Where be you? Come back along with me, dear 'eart, for it draws to night! Reddin stepped from his tree and spoke to her.
"In the box, miss; I brought the seed hacross the hocean, and they wuz beauties, they wuz wot came hup. They'll be noddin' and wavin' now red and 'andsome, if she hasn't cut them. She wouldn't cut them, would she, miss? She couldn't 'ave the 'eart, I think." "No indeed, she hasn't cut them," the nurse declared with decision, taking Polly's burning hand tenderly in hers.
"Passion o' my 'eart, Mr. Carvel," cried he, excitedly, "John Paul's too big a man, an' too good a seaman, to go into the navy without hinflooence. If flag horfocers I roots of is booted haside to rankle like a lump o' salt butter in a gallipot, 'ow will a poor Scotch lieutenant win hadvancement an' he be not o' the King's friends?
An', if you was to ax me, I should say as it died because its 'eart were broke, Peter. Yes, trees is very like men, an' the older you grow the more you'll see it." I listened, It was thus we talked, or rather, the Ancient talked and I listened, until we reached Sissinghurst. At the door of the smithy we stopped. "Peter," said the old man, staring very hard at a button on my coat. "Well, Ancient?"
I've been meanin' to tell you I don't come to church now; since my son was killed, I don't seem to 'ave the 'eart to go anywhere 'aven't been to a picture-palace these three months. Any excitement starts me cryin'." "I know; but you'd find rest in church." Mrs. Soles shook her head, and the small twisted bob of her discoloured hair wobbled vaguely. "I can't take any recreation," she said.
I believe in following the dictates of your 'eart, and I know what my 'eart says. And now what do you say, Ida?" And he pressed her arm and looked into her face with a confident smile. Ida drew her disengaged hand across her brow and frowned, as if she were trying to grasp his meaning. "I I beg your pardon, Joseph," she said. "I didn't quite understand I was thinking of something else.
If you commits the fact for private wengeance, windictiveness or personal gain, then 't is murder damned an' vith a werry big he-M; but if so be you commits the fact to rid yourself or friends an' the world in general of evil, then I 'old 't is a murder justifiable. Consequently it will go to my 'eart to appre-'end this here murderer." "Who is he?" I demanded. "Ex-cuse me, sir no!
I told him to wait until I gave the word; then we would fire simultaneously, he at the heart and I at the spine. "Hat the 'eart, sir yes, sir," he replied, and raised his piece to his shoulder. Our shots rang out together.
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