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Welden frankly, "for the Lord to look at it for I must say, miss, if I was struck down for it, though I s'pose it's only my sinful ignorance that there's times when the Lord seems to think no more of sweepin' away a steady eighteen-shillin' a week, and p'raps seven in family, an' one at the breast, an' another on the way than if it was nothin'. But likely enough, eighteen shillin' a week an' confinements does seem paltry to the Maker of 'eaven an' earth."
Lilly, 'eaven is quite different." Couldn't be much 'appier to my mind." John Seaward steps to the front, and says a few words says them so well, too, so simply, so kindly, yet so heartily, that the army is roused to a pitch of great enthusiasm; but we leave this speech to the reader's imagination: after which Exeunt Omnes.
"He says ''eaven' and 'hour, and you say 'this here fellow," Nekhludoff thought, with an insurmountable feeling of aversion towards this man who wished to show by his free and easy manner that he and Nekhludoff belonged to one and the same camp, while his other clients belonged to another. "He has worried me to death a fearful scoundrel.
He was still in the choir of Morley Chapel not very regular. He belonged just because he had a tenor voice, and enjoyed singing. Indeed his solos were only spoilt to local fame because when he sang he handled his aitches so hopelessly. 'And I saw 'eaven hopened And be'old, a wite 'orse-'
He mimicked Sir Henry's cockneyisms more than my father's chivalry approved towards his recent host, as he described the complaints he had heard against 'my Lady being refused the hentry at Halmack's, but treated like the wery canal; and how the devoted husband 'wowed he would get up a still more hexclusive circle, and shut hout these himpertinent fashionables who regarded Halmack's as the seventh 'eaven.
You 'ave notions sometimes, sir." Beaumaroy stretched out his legs, debonnair, well-rounded legs, to the seducing blaze of oak logs. "I haven't really a care in the world," he said. The Sergeant's reply, or comment, had a disconcerting ring. "And you're sure of 'Eaven? That's what the bloke always says to the 'angman." "I've no intention of being a murderer, Sergeant."
If Bella Blackall goes on a singing at the Hempire, you mark my words, she'll sing herself into 'eaven." A week went by slowly: the hours crept like snails, and yet the days were surely slipping away, bringing nearer and nearer the one which was to give Sir John Chetwynd his second wife.
"I'm not one to run away, not if it was lions and tigers, like some," she remarked; "but if hever I get back to the hold country I'll go down on my bended knees, if it's in the very cab at Liverpool, and thank 'eaven I'm at 'ome again; which I 'ope I may live to see it." Happily, Miss Noel did not have yellow fever.
Says 'e 'eard a voice from 'eaven las' night, tellin' 'im as Faith was dead in these times; that if a man only 'ad faith 'e could let everything else rip . . . and," concluded the mate heavily, resting his unoccupied hand on the ladder, "'e's down below tryin' it." The seaman did not answer. The mate ascended again, and vanished in the fog.
Postwhistle; "and nobody can blame you if you 'ave. 'Eaven bless you, is what I say." "We shall get on together," prophesied Mr. Clodd. "I'm fond of animals." Postwhistle found difficulty for a time in comprehending; and that is why one sometimes meets to-day worshippers of Kail Yard literature wandering disconsolately about St.
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