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Updated: October 13, 2025
A pity, was it not, that the quarrel occurred between you?" "A pity indeed!" I replied, brusquely. Then taking him by the arm I turned him round so that he faced my wife, who was standing not far off. "But look at the the ANGEL I have married! Is she not a fair cause for a dispute even unto death? Fy on thee, Luziano! why think of Ferrari?
With a yell of 'Fy Nhad, and then a yell of 'Father! she darted round the pool, and then, bounding up the rugged path like a chamois, disappeared behind a corner of jutting rock. At the same moment the head of the Gypsy girl reappeared round the eastern cleft of the gorge. Sinfi came quickly up to me and whispered, 'Don't follow. 'I will, I said.
"Never mind him, boy; do you suppose he would have the heart to make love to such a splendid creature as Miss Warren: fy, Julian, for a faint heart: Charles is well enough as a Sabbath-school teacher, but I hope he will not bear away the palm of a ladye-love from my fine high-spirited Julian." Poor Mrs. Tracy was as flighty and romantic at forty-five as she had been at fifteen.
"And he was there in the water, all the above part of him, and I held his waist. I pulled greatly and in he came lickety split, and what do you think he said? 'I big fish, Frieda. Pull me in and fy me." "That was Elsmere, I'll wager," cried Max, approaching with Archie and giving Catherine his hand. "I'm glad you were talking about him, Miss Frieda, for we're full of the subject.
"Now, that's downright shamefu'," said Mrs. Heukbane, "to scorn the poor silly gait of a lassie after he's keepit company wi' her sae lang, and had his will o' her, as I make nae doubt he has." "It's but ower muckle to be doubted," echoed Mrs. Shortcake; "to cast up to her that her father's a barber and has a pole at his door, and that she's but a manty-maker hersell! Hout fy for shame!"
Lincoln; "but the young man is older, eighteen or nineteen, I think." "No, mother," interrupted Jenny, who was as good at keeping ages as some old women, "he isn't but seventeen." "Really," rejoined Mrs. Campbell, "I wouldn't wonder if our little Jenny had some designs on him herself, she is so anxious to make him out young." "Oh, fy," returned Jenny. "He can't begin with Billy Bender!" Mrs.
"A Cymro bach I see," the woman cried. "How was you?" "Peeped did I on your name on the sign. Shall I say you are Mistress Jinkins?" "Iss, indeed, man." "What about affairs these close days?" "Busy we are. Why for you ask? Trade you do in milk?" "Blurt did I for nothing," Evan replied. "No odds, little man. Ach y fy, jealous other milkmen are of us. There's nasty some people are."
"Fy!" he shouted, and spat it out again; but then a chain-shot made its way into his butter-can, and another carried away the piece of food he held between his fingers. That made him angry; he got up and took his big club and struck the ground with it, asking them if they wanted to take the food out of his mouth, and what they meant by blowing crowberries at him with those pea-shooters of theirs.
His idea is only one step beyond the Indian's, and has only the same effect: it leads the heart to depend on and worship God." "You are a heretic, and must like a naughty boy be made to read your Bible and go to Sunday-school, and be lectured and taught the true faith. Fy! fy! shall the heathen go to heaven? Where is the provision for him in the Bible? What are we to do with missions?
"O, Fy!" and so, amid the song of "Pretty, pretty Polly Hopkins," from the winners, and curses and execrations long, loud, and deep, from the losers, the scene closes. The admiring winners follow Polly to the rubbing-house, while the losing horses are left in the care of their trainers and stable-boys, who console themselves with hopes of "better luck next time."
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