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An' they took the gel away with 'em a purty little slip of about fifteen then, with great big eyes and a lot of bright 'air; don't none of ye remember 'er?" Mr. Buggins shook his head. "'Twas afore my time," he said. "I ain't had the 'Mother Huff' more'n eight years." "I seed 'er once," said Bainton "but onny once that was when I was workin' for the Squire as extra 'and.
Poor Mary Ann's sobs were still audible, though exhaustion was making them momently weaker. "She's been going on like that ever since I broke the news to 'er and gave her a piece of my mind the sly little cat! She wanted to go on scrubbing the kitchen, and I had to take the brush away by main force. A nice thing, indeed! A gel as can keep a nors-end-kerridge down on the cold kitchen stones!
I looked at Jim when he was talking to-day, and I saw clear clear as if in a vision that he would never cast up to you those words that you dread. If you are never cleared of that theft, Alison, Jim will never call his wife a thief. Jim is good to the heart's core, and he is powerful rich, and ef you don't marry him, my gel, you'll soon be starving, for I can't do the feather-stitching.
Stand away from the door, Hetty Wright I'm in no end of a hurry." "So am I, and so is Will," said Hetty, without budging an inch." We want Bet we want the gel what you, Isaac Dent, has stolen away. She was Will's she was his promised wife, and the good words 'most read over them, and they was very nearly wed. You stepped atween them, and stole her from Will.
Bonner. "I never held with you, Alice Betts," she added severely. "I don't see what I've done!" "No pre-aps you don't. Anyhow, I'm here to see your mistress. You go and tell her I am here." "If I say I've brought a letter that gel will guess who it is from," Mrs. Bonner thought, so, wisely, she held her peace. A few minutes later Mrs. Bonner was shewn into the drawing-room. She dropped a curtsey.
You are therefore invited to take tea with her tomorrow afternoon. I trust you will conduct yourselves with decency at table, and remember that a frail little girl is not to be played with as a headlong boy." I felt that she couldn't tell me anything about frail little girls, but I kept my knowledge to myself. The Seraph said "Was you ever a fwail little gel, Mrs. Handsomebody?"
"D'you want any supper?" she asked. "Wotcher got? Peaches and cream, and a glass of champagne?" Mrs. Minto wriggled her skinny shoulders and fingered her chin. "Don't you be saucy to me, my gel. There's a bit of dry bread on the plate there. And half a glass of stout. You might think yourself lucky to get that." "Well, I s'pose I might. But somehow I don't. Dry bread! It's Saturday, ain't it?
Particlerly for young people. It gives me rheumatics, so much damp about. But my gel Rhoder is that fond of it. Spends all her spare time not as she's got much, poor gel in the gall'ries and that. Art, you know. She goes in for it, Rhoder does. I don't, now. I'm a stupid old thing, as they'll all tell you." She nodded cheerfully and inclusively at Mr. Vyvian and Rhoda and Miss Barnett.
I remember that I sang one of Tommy's sailor-songs, "Sally," because its jolly doggerel was set to such a jaunty tune "Oh Sally's the gel for me, Our Sally's the gel for me, I'll marry the gel that I love best When I come back from sea." My pretence of happiness was shortlived, for at the next moment I made another mistake.
Her big eyes seemed to flash, and Sampson noticed that she gave him a bold, admiring glance. "She is at the bottom of this, if ever gel was," muttered the detective to himself.
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