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The audience was profoundly moved. Cries of "Bless his 'eart!" and "Good old Ogden!" rang through the house. "Great!" said the big man. "It illustrates," replied Mr. Clarkson, "the popular sympathy with the fugitive, combined with the public's love of vicarious piety." "Fine dog," said the sportsmanly Albert. "It was a clever touch," Mr.
"My father is ill, and needs me, and I cannot be with him. I feel as if I could have wings and fly, I long so much to go; but I must stay here and work. My 'eart is very sad, and sometimes I get cross too cross, perhaps, because I cannot bear any more. Then you girls talk among yourselves and say, `How she is bad-tempered, that Mademoiselle!
"You see," he said, still displaying the drum's interior, "there is no deception " I put out my hand to grip him, and he eluded me by a dexterous movement. I snatched again, and he turned from me and pushed open a door to escape. "Stop!" I said, and he laughed, receding. I leapt after him into utter darkness. Thud! "Lor' bless my 'eart! I didn't see you coming, sir!"
An' then she told us ow' when they rang a bell somebody was goin' to put Mortimer to death, an' 'ow she stopped that by climbin' up to the bell and 'angin' on to the clapper. Then in came Mortimer an' sang a song with 'er as well 'e might about 'is true love 'avin' 'is 'eart an' 'is 'avin' 'ers, an' everyone clappin' an' stampin' an' ancorein' in the best of tempers.
Anyway, she handed me back the note which I had endeavoured to press into her warm, moist palm. 'I'm not wantin' this. I'm not goin' to take blood money to 'elp to break any woman's 'eart. It sounded really terrible viewed in that light. 'There is no need for you to put it in that coarse way, I said, my temper rising.
'Tis a darksome road, Peter, but I bean't afeared, an' there be a light beyond Jordan-water. No, I aren't afeared to meet the God as made me, for 'the Lord is merciful and very kind, an' I don't s'pose as 'E'll be very 'ard on a old, old man as did 'is best, an' wi' a 'eart all tired an' wore away wi' beatin' I be ready, Peter only " "Yes, Ancient?"
"And a mercy it was that he wasn't smashed to splinters, with spiled looks and half his limbses orf," she said. "Why, bless you, Mr. Pash, could I let my sunbeam marry a man as wasn't all there, 'eart of gold though he may have?
I could no longer conceal my 'atred. I rose. I was terrible. I seized 'im by the tail. I flung him I did not know where. I did not care. Not then. Afterwards, yes, but not then. Your Longfellow has a poem. 'I shot an arrow into the air. It fell to earth, I know not where. And then he has found it. The arrow in the 'eart of a friend. Am I right? Also was that the tragedy with me.
Oh, at once! She is in the drawing-room putting the best face on it. Twice she has sent in to know if you have arrived, and I sent word, 'No, not yet, though it cut me to the 'eart." "She is anxious to see me?" "Desprit, sir." "She thinks to avoid exposure, then?" said I darkly, keeping a set face. "She 'opes, sir: she devoutly 'opes." He groaned and led the way.
"No, No, Peter." "And why not?" "I think, Peter." "But surely you can both think and sing, George?" "Not always, Peter." "What's your trouble, George?" "No trouble, Peter," said he, above the roar of the bellows. "Then sing, George." "Ay, Jarge, sing," nodded the Ancient; "'tis a poor 'eart as never rejices, an' that's in the Scripters so, sing, Jarge."
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