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"And that would ha' happint us," said Felix, "if it hadn't been for young Dan Ryan in there just now passin' the remark that we couldn't expec' Father Martin to be sendin' us notices all the way to the County Cork, and supposin' I'd very belike missed the right day for the stamer be raison of it.
Ye awt t' be road monkeyin' on th' golden streets, thot's what ye awt to be doin'!" Jackson Hines was righteously indignant, but with the shrewdness of the old man, put the blame partly where it belonged. "I ain't sayin'," he observed judicially, "that this weather ain't hell. It's hell and repeat. But a man sort've got to expec' weather. He looks for it, and he oughta be ready for it.
Blows!" gasped the president. "Ah, you didn't expec' see me," said Mr. Blows, with a scornful laugh "They're trying do me, do me out o' my lill bit o' money, Bill." "But you ain't got no money," said his bewildered friend. Mr. Blows turned and eyed him haughtily; then he confronted the staring president again. "I've come for my money," he said, impressively "one 'under-eighty pounds."
"You can't afford to spend your time a-rulin' this tucked-up country, Trot." "Why not?" asked Trot, who was pleased with her new and important position. "It'd get pretty tiresome, mate, after you'd had a few quarrels with the Pinkies, for they expec' their Queen to be as poor as poverty an' never have any fun in life." "You wouldn't like it for long, I'm sure," added Button-Bright seriously.
"Waal!" growled one of the men, with an ugly leer, "we didn't hardly expec' ter run inter such luck ez this. Foun' suthin' vallerable, hev yer? Reckin' it must hev bin dropped by that auto that jes' went round the corner beyond. We'll hev ter trouble you for it, miss." He held out a filthy hand, while Peggy, with a beating heart, fell back toward the car.
It jist drives me horn daft to think 'at ever he got the breast o' me. But I s' hae a grip o' 'im yet, or my name 's no what they ca' me." "It 's the w'y o' the warl', Mistress Findlay. What cud ye expec' o' ane born in sin an' broucht furth in ineequity?" a stock phrase of Mrs Catanach's, glancing at her profession, and embracing nearly the whole of her belief. "It 's a true word.
"I be goin' ter open a store at the cross-roads, an' I 'lowed I could git cheaper whiskey untaxed than taxed. I 'lowed ye wouldn't make it ef ye didn't expec' ter sell it. I didn't know none o' you-uns, an' none o' yer customers. An' ez I expec' ter git mo' profit on sellin' whiskey 'n ennything else in the store, I jes took foot in hand an' kem ter see 'boutn it mysef.
'I expec' the larder'll be in a swim, she replied, 'but old bottled stuff don't take any harm from wet. She returned with a tray, all in order, and they ate and drank together, and took observations of the falling flood till dawn opened its bleared eyes on the wreck of what had been a fair garden.
"Na, na'" replied the old lady, "I maun e'en gang while I ha'e company, I dinna expec' to leeve muckle longer at ony rate, but wouldna' like to be eaten by the bears;" and for several years the one who ventured alone to the house of a neighbour after dark was looked upon as possessing more courage than prudence.
Why! you must be nearly frozen. Let me take off your hat and veil." "No, thank ye kindly, but I can't stop. I must be glttin' back to Ripley. I expec' that man has jest let ev'rything go six ways f'r Sunday." "Oh, you must sit down just a minute and warm." "Waal, I will, but I've got to git home by sundown. Sure I don't s'pose they's a thing in the house to eat." "Oh dear!
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