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Updated: June 29, 2025


The Cullercoats fishwife, with her cheerful weather-bronzed face, her short jacket and ample skirts of blue flannel, and her heavily laden "creel" of fish is not only appreciated by the brotherhood of brush and pencil, but is one of the notable sights of the district.

In a room which had lately been all noise, not a sound was now to be heard but the narrator's voice. "Aweel, lasses, here are the three wee kists set, the lads are to chuse the ane that chuses reicht is to get Porsha, an' the lave to get the bag, and dee baitchelars Flucker Johnstone, you that's sae clever are ye for gowd, or siller, or leed?" 1st Fishwife. "Gowd for me!" 2d ditto.

In another Moment, except Help come, the Fishwife will be no more. Time presses is there none to succor and save? Yes! Joy, joy, with flying Feet the she-Englishwoman comes! But alas, the generous she-Female is too late: where now is the fated Fishwife?

'There's my answer, said Louis, raising his right arm, which was dripping; with blood, 'you have made me mount the red flag! 'Ha! cried the friendly fishwife, 'Wounded in the cause of the nation! Let him go. 'He has not uttered the cry! shouted the rest. Louis looked round with his cool, pensive smile.

"Parbleu!" replied the fishwife; "what's enough for one is enough for two; the rest of the stuff went that way." "As for the husband, he was there," said Cerizet; "for he gave me a gracious sign of recognition, which I could have done without." "Wait till it is quite dark, and we'll play him a comedy that shall fool him finely."

All addressed me softly, like folk round a sick-bed. Our Italian corporal, who had got a dozen of oysters from a fishwife, laid them at my feet, as though I were a Pagan idol; and I have never since been wholly at my ease in the society of shellfish.

I looked narrowly round the low-roofed and ill-lit stable, but no sign of a big roan horse anywhere did I see, only a jack-spavined cob, such as a fishwife might hawk her fish about with. 'Ever seen or heard tell of that big roan of Farmer Allison's, strayed, stolen, or lost, about six months since? so I accosted Boniface anew, on finding him rubbing down my horse's hocks with a bit of straw.

'And Cynthia, I thought, 'has a mind and a soul. She is mind and soul encased, as it happens, in a beautiful body. She is no more a mate for him than a great poet would be mate for a handsome fishwife; an Elizabeth Barrett Browning for a champion pugilist.

"Before God!" he said, between his teeth, "loving you as I do, I wouldn't marry you now for all the wealth in the world! The money has ruined you ruined you, Peggy." For a little she stared at him. By and bye, "I dare say it has," she said, in a strangely sober tone. "I've been scolding like a fishwife. I beg your pardon, Mr.

I was millions of years on the way, and I came through the seas of chance, over the fiery mountain of law, by the zigzag path of human possibility. Multitudes were pushed back into the abyss of non-existence, that I should have way to creep into being. And at the last, when I stood at the gate of life, a weazen-faced fishwife, who had not wit enough to support herself, came near shutting me out.

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