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His voice shivered like a sail at tacking. "Nothing much at all. Only the wife's gone to England over by the night's steamer." "To England?" "Aw, time for it too, I'm thinking; the wake and narvous she's been lately. You remember what the doctor was saying yonder everin, when we christened the child?
Nothing will persuade me but that's herself with the lil one in a blanket at the door." Before the coach had drawn up at the bridge, the fisherman had leapt to the ground, shouldered his keg, shouted "Good everin' all," and disappeared down an alley of the town. The driver alighted. A crowd gathered around. There were parcels to take up, parcels to set down, and the horses to water.
"I've work to do to-night, and want the house to myself." "Goodness me, is it yourself that's talking of bed, then?" said Nancy. "Seven in the everin', too, and the child not an hour out of my hands? And dear knows what work it is if you can't be doing it with good people about you." "Come, get off, woman; you're looking tired mortal. The lil one's ragging you ter'ble.
Going by the water-trough, Pete called on Black Tom, who was civil and conciliatory until he heard his errand, then growled with disappointment, but nevertheless answered his question. Yes, he had seen the young woman. She went up early in the "everin," and left him good-day. Giving this grateful news, Black Tom could not deny himself a word of bitterness to poison the pleasure.
But Pete was already moving away in the darkness. "Shall I call the Deemster, Peter?" "Aw, no, ma'am, no, not worth bothering him. Good everin', Miss Christian, ma'am, good everin' to you." Auntie Nan and Martha were standing in the light at the open door when the iron gate of the garden swung to with a click, and Pete swung across the road.
Pete shut the door of the bar-room, and then the wind was heard to swirl through the porch. "When did you see her, Joney, and where?" said the voice of Pete; and the voice of Joney answered him "Goings by my own house at the start of the storm this everin." "I'll come with you go on," said Pete, and Grannie shouted across the bar "Take Cæsar's topcoat over your monkey-jacket."
"When a young man can spake like yonder, it's a gift, sir, and he's houlding it in trust for something. The ould island's wanting a big man ter'ble bad, and it hasn't seen the like since the days of your own grandfather. Good everin, and thank you good everin!" With that the rough fellows dismissed him at the ferry steps, and he hastened to the market-place, where he had left his horse.
"Aw, Kirry, of coorse," said Grannie, "and sticking that close to it of an everin that you haven't a chance to put a word on her." "Vanity, sir, vanity, all vanity," said Cæsar; and again he listened hard. Philip's eyes began to blink. "Teaching herself French, is she? Has she been doing it long, Grannie?"
He opened the letter leisurely, and read bits of it aloud, as if reading to himself, but holding the postman while he did so in idle talk on the other side of the gate. "And how are you living to-day, Mr. Kelly? Aw, h'm getting that much better it's extraordinary Yes, a nice everin', very, Mr.
Then he tried to ask the question that was slipping off his tongue, but dared not, and only stammered awkwardly "Any news to-night, Mr. Quay le?" "Is it yourself, Capt'n? If you've none, I've none. It's independent young rovers like you for newses, not poor ould chaps tied to the harbour-post same as a ship's cable. I was hearing you, though. You'd a power of music in the everin' yonder.
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