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But William Henry, now a sturdy little fellow of a-year-and-a-half, tightened his arms around his friend's neck and yelled his disapproval right valiantly. "Well, now, will yer look at that!" cried the little mother proudly. "Wot'll Daddy say w'en I tell 'im? The little rascal's so took with the young loidy. 'Ush up there now, bless 'is 'eart. See, 'e'll go with mammy."
Talk of hate for that exists," he clenched his hands again, "hate that is as cruel as the grave." "Well I'm sure, sir, and what 'ave hates to do with my beauty there? As to love, exist it do, for Bart's bin talked into filling his 'eart with the same, by me. I got it out of a Family Herald," explained Deborah, incoherently, "where gentry throw themselves on their knees to arsk 'ands in marriage.
Knapp was leaning forward, his chin on his hands. "Yes, it was a sweet cop. They was expectin the foot, and they got the orse, and got em ot." He chuckled faintly. "I couldn't see much, but I eard enough to make my eart glad. Scream! I tell ye.... It were better'n beer to me. "Then I faints for loss o blood." He paused, staring at the ground.
'Wilkes an' Liberty, say I; 'forever, say I. An' w'en I see 'im goin' to the Tower to be'old the Champion, 'Captain Paul, says I, 'yere a man arfter my hown 'eart. My heye, sir, didn't I see 'im, w'n a mere lad, take the John into Kingston 'arbour in the face o' the worst gale I hever seed blowed in the Caribbees?
Prettyman be gone to 'er rest wi'out knowledge of it; 'twould 'ave broken her old 'eart, for certain sure!" "It nearly breaks mine to see it now, Mr. Darke!" said Robinette in a trembling voice. But the old labourer bent down, moving his creaking joints with difficulty and steadying himself upon his sticks till he could touch the stump of the tree with his rough but skilful hands.
"You'll per'aps mention, miss," said Tildy, taking the letter from her pocket, "as I called, and as I love our dear Miss Maggie as much as I ever did. You'll per'aps say, miss, with my dutiful respects, that my 'eart is 'ers, and always will be." "I will give her a kind message," said Aneta, "and safely deliver her mother's letter to her.
It does seem as if the Lard 'ad give me som'at more'n my share. Listen to that ther'. Bless 'er dear 'eart; Benny fergits 'is hamputation an' 'is splits." "His splints," cried Margaret; "are they all right now?" "Yes. Since the young doctor that's w'at Benny calls 'im change 'em. Oh, that's a clever young man! Benney, 'e sez, 'Give me the young doctor, sez 'e. Yeh see," continued Mrs.
'Can't you see she's doin' that to 'ide 'er feelings so that you'll never guess 'ow 'er 'eart is torn an' bleedin' like. 'Dear me, Elizabeth, do you mean this? I asked in the utmost concern. 'Sure of it. As a matter o' fact she's more gone on you than ever. She's got to not eatin' now, so you can guess 'ow bad she is. I wiped the gathering moisture from my brow.
Pepusch she could please Betty Higgins. "Them old songs," went on Betty, warming to her subject, "touches the 'eart and makes the tears come. But you don't hear 'em at the fine concerts. I'll go bail as there beant a woman now-a-days as can make a man fall in love with her 'cause of her singin'." "I wonder," said Lavinia musingly.
"But, you see, she doesn't." "Eh what? What, Peter?" "Prudence doesn't love me!" "Doesn't " "Not by any means." "Peter ye're jokin'." "No, Ancient." "But I I be all took aback mazed I be not love ye, an' me wi' my 'eart set on it are ye sure?" "Certain." "'Ow d'ye know?" "She told me so." "But why why shouldn't she love ye?" "Why should she?" "But I I'd set my 'eart on it, Peter."
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