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She was thin and wan, unbelievably broken and tired and hurt, but she was Joan. Pierre could not but forget death at sight of her. He staggered forward, and she, putting up her arms, drew him hungrily and let fall her head upon his shoulder. "My gel! My Joan!" Pierre sobbed. Prosper's voice sawed into their tremulous silence. "So, after all, the branding iron is the proper instrument," he said.
"Lord sakes!" she exclaimed. "Be that the drum already? What a whirl one does live in! and if there's one thing I hate more'n another, 'tis to be fussed." "What about the children, ma'am?" "The children? . . . Gone on this half-hour, I should hope. 'Beida's a good gel enough, when once ye've coaxed her into her best things. It sobers her you can't think.
The drunken husband looked at the wife whom he had abused, whose days he had rendered one long misery, and a lump arose in his throat; a queer new sensation, which he could not recognize as either remorse or repentance, filled his breast. He no longer opposed Bet; he gazed fixedly, with a stricken stare, at the dead woman. "Speak, gel; say what you have to say," he muttered.
Josey was a little dazed about it all and could not be brought to realise that 'th' owld Squire's gel' might never rise from her bed again.
I'm only here for a minute to talk to my gel about her great reception." "Reception?" said Alma. "Hasn't she told you about it?" he said, and being answered that I had not, he gave a rough outline of his project, whereupon Alma, whose former attitude towards my father had changed to one of flattery and subservience, lifted her hands and cried: "How splendid! Such an inspiration!
"An', Happy," she went on, "my home will allus be your home, an' anything that is mine is yours; but my heart ain't mine, ol' pal; an' so an' so we can't help it." "No," I sez, an' I was back in the saddle again this time. "No, little gel, we can't help it; but we can allus make the best of it; so I vote that we don't disappoint the crowd; but go on an' have a weddin'."
Come from abroad, they do. My brother Joe's wife's sister 'ad one of 'em. Red-'aired gel she was. Married a feller down at the Docks. She 'ad one of 'em. Parrots they're called." He bent down for a closer inspection, and inserted a finger through the railings. Erb abandoned his customary taciturnity and spoke words of warning. "Tike care 'e don't sting yer, 'Enry!" Henry seemed wounded.
Guess I should have been in bed myself but for this business. Look there" he pointed with the handle of his razor to the table littered with papers "that's a bit of what I've had to do for you. I kind o' think you ought to be grateful to your father, my gel." I told him he was very kind, and then, very nervously, said: "But are you sure it's quite right, sir?" Not catching my meaning he laughed.
Then the High Bailiff opened the bigger of his books, and after writing something in it himself he asked Lord Raa to sign his name, and this being done he asked me also. "Am I to sign, too?" I asked, vacantly. "Well, who else do you think?" said Mr. Curphy with a laugh. "Betsy Beauty perhaps, eh?" "Come, gel, come," said my father, sharply, and then I signed. I had no longer any will of my own.
"Yes, dad," she said, smoothing his hands. "What damned liars they be Liddy! You're my gel, ain't ye?" "Yes, dad. I'll make some boneset liquor now." "Yes, yes," he said, with childish eagerness and a weak, wild smile. "That's it that's it." She was about to rise, but he caught her shoulder. "I bin a good dad to ye, hain't I, Liddy?" he whispered. "Always." "Never had no ma but Manette, did ye?"
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