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Robbie, getting impatient of the delay, was turning on his heel with scant civility, when the old woman said, "Are you seeking him for aught that is good?" "Why, ey, mother," said Robbie, regaining his former position and his accustomed geniality in an instant. "Do you know his name?" she asked. "Sim that's to say Sim Stagg. Don't you fear me, mother; I'm a friend to Sim, take my word."
He did not lose his memory at once; he still knew Tchertop-hanov and his friend's cry of despair, 'How can you desert me, Tisha, without my consent, just as Masha did? He even responded with faltering, uncertain tongue, 'O P a ey E e yitch, I will o bey you.
Liza laughed roguishly. "Maybe it's fifty yards north of the bridge," she said, with her head aside. Robbie looked at her with blank amazement. "Why, who told you that, Liza?" he said. "Told me what?" "Ey? That!" repeated Robbie, no more explicit. "Foolish boy! Didn't you tell us yourself fifty times?" "So I did. Did I though? What am I saying? When did I tell you?"
"Really, Thomas, you never give me time to answer," replied the quintescence of quietude, her ladyship; "and then it is perpetually the same question, and " "Well, ma'am, can there be a more important question asked? I repeat it, is he rich? ey? what? "You know, Sir Thomas, we never are agreed about the meaning of that word; but I should say, very."
And, Bai- ey Je-ove! I say, old fellah," he added, almost dropping his drawl in his earnestness, "if I can help you in any way at all ah, I should weally be vewy glad ah!" The "us," whom I had "left ah," referred, of course, to officialdom; but, it was kind, wasn't it? There was old Shuffler, too.
There was an expression of mockery about this person's countenance which did not please the miller, and he asked him, sternly, what he wanted. "Leave off grinnin, mon," he said, fiercely, "or ey may be tempted to tay yo be t' throttle, an may yo laugh o't wrong side o' your mouth." "No, no, you will not, Richard Baldwyn, when you know my errand," replied the man.
"Oh, ey, lass," said Robbie, not feeling sure what "scale" might mean, but too shrewd to betray his ignorance a second time in the presence of this learned chambermaid. The riddle, nevertheless, defied solution. However much they pored over the map, it was still a maze of lines. "It's as widderful as poor old Sim's face," said Robbie.
I suspected as much; so this fellow Clements has been hanging about us at parties, and dropping in here so often, for the sake of Miss Maria, ey?" For the door had noisily burst open to let in Mr. John Dillaway, who under grumbled as above.
"Mother," said the poor fellow again in his weak, cracked voice, "mother, did you ever pray?" Mrs. Garth uncovered her head. Her furrowed face was wet. She rocked herself and moaned. "Ey, lad, I mind that I did when I was a wee bit of a girl. I had rosy cheeks then, and my own auld mother wad kiss me then. Ey, it's true.
He saw at once the fearful peril in which he was placed, and averted his gaze from the scorching glance of the reeve. At this moment the door was tried without, and the voice of Bess was heard, saying, "Who ha' yo got wi' yo, Ruchot; and whoy ha' yo fastened t' door?" "Your answer?" demanded the reeve. "Ey canna gi' it now," replied the miller. "Come in, Bess; come in." "Ey conna," she replied.
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