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"I thought you done boas' you et at a hotel," sniffed the old woman. "How come she air hongry fer tea an' toas' if she done et at a hotel." "Sho sho but you see it done got jolted down an' Miss Ann Please, Sis Em'ly. I ain't a arskin' nothin' fer myse'f, but jes' for my Miss Ann.
It was a natural illustration out of his homely, gentle, compassionate life. He knew how to help dumb things in their hurts. His wife he could not help." It reminds us of Ham Peggotty's tender adjustment upon his palm of the purse committed to him by Emily for fallen Martha. "'Such a toy as it is! apostrophized Ham, thoughtfully, looking on it. 'With, such a little money in it, Em'ly, my dear."
Peggotty's return with the tide; and had left the door open in the meanwhile, lest Ham and little Em'ly, with whom it was an early night, should come home while she was gone. Steerforth, after very much improving Mrs. Gummidge's spirits by a cheerful salutation and a jocose embrace, took my arm, and hurried me away. He had improved his own spirits, no less than Mrs.
When he went to it again, Em'ly was nigh him. The t'other was inside. He's the man. 'For the Lord's love, said Mr. Peggotty, falling back, and putting out his hand, as if to keep off what he dreaded. 'Doen't tell me his name's Steerforth!
"Um, um! reckin that jes' hits dat man; why, de good Lord bress us ef dat man ha'nt done, like he was sent, fur de slaves, Miss Em'ly. He knows jes' whar dat track is, de down-low track, I means, whar de 'scapin' from de debbil comes good to dese yere people when dey gits free. Mas'r Sumner an' a'heap mo' on 'em would jes' like fur to kill dat Mas'r Dayton ef dey could cotch him.
My answering in the affirmative gave him great satisfaction. 'I believe my breath will get long next, my memory's getting so much so, said Mr. Omer. 'Well, sir, we've got a young relation of hers here, under articles to us, that has as elegant a taste in the dress-making business I assure you I don't believe there's a Duchess in England can touch her. 'Not little Em'ly? said I, involuntarily.
Marcella looked at it in respectful silence as she put on her cloak. Such things were not in her line. "I do love a track!" said Mrs. Jervis, pensively. "That's why I don't like these buildings so well as them others, Em'ly. Here you never get no tracks; and there, what with one person and another, there was a new one most weeks.
Mas'r Davy, he can remember what she was; you may judge for your own self what she is; but neither of you can't fully know what she has been, is, and will be, to my loving art. I am rough, sir, said Mr. Peggotty, 'I am as rough as a Sea Porkypine; but no one, unless, mayhap, it is a woman, can know, I think, what our little Em'ly is to me.
I named the hen after her. Does she ever lay eggs?" The Virginian had not "troubled his haid" over the poultry. "Well, I don't believe she knows how. I think she came near being a rooster." "She's sure manly-lookin'," said the Virginian. We had walked toward the corral, and he was now scrutinizing Em'ly with interest. She was an egregious fowl.
'My niece, Em'ly, is alive, sir! he said, steadfastly. 'I doen't know wheer it comes from, or how 'tis, but I am told as she's alive! He looked almost like a man inspired, as he said it. I waited for a few moments, until he could give me his undivided attention; and then proceeded to explain the precaution, that, it had occurred to me last night, it would be wise to take.
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