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"Yeh, because I've never found anybody who even cares enough about me to clip my wings." Her laughter was short and with a blunt edge. "Whew! Such a spill for you, Gert!" "It's the spring gets on my nerves, I guess. Blow me to a table d'hôte to-night, Phonzie. I got a red-ink thirst on me and I'm as blue as indigo." "Hang around, Gert, and if I'm not on duty I "
Grimbal have brought up a flam-new granite post, hasp an' all complete 't is in the cart theer an' he called on me as a discreet, aged man to help un, an' so I did; an' Peter Bassett an' Sam Bonus here corned likewise, by my engagement, to do the heavy work an' aid in a gude deed." "Dig an inch, wan of 'e, and I'll shaw what's a gude deed! I doan't want no talk with you or them hulking gert fules.
It is going to be much larger though, and I have sent all the way to London for a canvas on which to paint it." "Twill be a gert big picksher then?" "So big that I think I must try and get something into it besides the gorse. I want something or other in the middle, just for a change. What could I paint there?" "I dunnaw."
'Tedn' nothin' very straange." "I judge your angel do cry gert tears when you lets on like that, my Joan. Oh, gal, why won't 'e give ear to me, as have lived fifty an' more winters in the world than what you have? Why caan't 'e taste an' try what the Lard is? Drabbit this nonsense 'bout Nature! As if you was a fitcher, or an 'awk, or an owl!
The preliminary salutations of another pair of Boers are probably as interesting. It was during a prolonged drought, and both gentlemen had evidently experienced a difficulty in finding a sufficiency of water for the purposes of ablution. They had not met for a number of years, but the recognition was mutual. 'Almachtig, Gert, you are still as ugly as ever!
"I've thought that out, tu. I'll give 'e my word of honour 'pon that." "Best to seek work t'other side the Moor, if you ax me. Then you'll be out the way." "As to that, I'd guessed maybe Martin Grimbal, as have proved a gert friend to me an' be quite o' my way o' thinking, might offer garden work while I looked round. Theer ban't a spark o' pride in me tu much sense, I hope, for that."
"Come on, Gert, don't be a quitter. Don't you want to see her face when she knows that Slews has been all a fluke? Come on, Gert, I'll wake up the kid if I try to dump him in alone." "Well, for just a minute. I I don't want to butt in on your and and her fun."
"Queerest thing about t' lass were this," Grannie continued, "shoo were nakt, as nakt as ony hen-egg, an' that at five o'clock on a frosty April morn. Eh! but it made me dither to see her stannin' theer wi' niver a shift to her back. Well, I crept close to t' gert stone an' kept my een on her.
"No," returned the Ancient, shaking his head, "I've seed 'im all blood from 'ead to foot, an' once a gert, big sailor-man knocked 'im sideways, arter which Jarge got fu'rus-like, an' put 'im to sleep " "No, Peter!" added Simon, "I don't think as there be a man in all England as could knock Black Jarge off 'is pins in a fair, stand-up fight." "Hum!" said I.
'Tis a tidy stepping-stone lead-in' to gert matters very often, as your books tell, I dare say." "It can't lead to anything whatever in your case but wasted years." "I'm best judge of that. I've planned the road, and if I ban't home again inside ten year as good a man as Grimbal or any other I'll say I was wrong." "You're a bigger fool than even I thought, Blanchard." Will's eye flashed.
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