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Cinch's face, and she glanced at the Rev. Mr. Groaner. He shook his head sadly. Mr. Cinch observed the dubious looks and he hastened to dispel them. "I am in harmony with the Universal Mind," he said. "Look at them legs!" They looked. "Yes, William," answered Mrs.
William, my dear, good, sweet, bow-legged old William! O, Brother Groaner, I shall go crazy with happiness! Hear his old feet, stuck on them dear bow-legs of his, making a sound that I'd know 'mong ten thousand! Come along, Brother Groaner, come long." They got into the hall with as much speed as possible, and there, coming toward them was Mr. Cinch, his round face lighted with a peaceful smile.
Sometimes, to be sure, she leads us a long dance for nothing; but I am very certain that were it not for hope, we shouldn't be good for much. Many a poor groaner has she clapped on the back, and made him leap to his feet and set his teeth together, and spring over obstacles as if he had on "seven league boots." She is a little coquettish, but I like her. She has helped me out of many a hobble.
James's or the Mall, and the prim, starched dame, from Watling-street or Bucklersbury, with a staid foot-boy, in a plush jerkin, plodding behind her the reigning toast among 'the men of wit about town, and the leading groaner in a tabernacle concert glided alternately into the study of the trusty wizard, and poured into his attentive ear strange tales of love, or trade, or treason.
"Oh, sir," she was saying, "he was such a good man, so gentle and easy to get along with. He had no harsh words, no matter how much he had to bear. And I'm fearful it was a good deal, Mr. Groaner, I'm fearful it was a good deal." Mr. Groaner sighed with much feeling, and said she must not repine, adding in a comforting way that the world was full of sorrow. "Yes," said Mrs.
That's all I'm cracked on ." And just then the Amen man of the Army the Army groaner we called him, who was always putting both feet in it just then he blundered forward, rolled up his eyes, threw his hands up and down as if he were bouncing two balls, and said, with deep feeling: "Thank the Lord she's got a crack in the right place!"
Much had been accomplished toward reconciling her to the unhappy situation when a familiar click was heard in the front door latch. Mrs. Cinch started. The click was repeated and then the door was flung open, and a heavy footfall sounded in the hallway. "William!" cried Mrs. Cinch. "It's William, Brother Groaner! Help me up! Help me to run and meet him!
Cinch, as though greatly consoled by that fact, "I know it. We all have our burdens and I s'pose we need 'em." "Indeed we do, Sister Cinch," Mr. Groaner replied, "but for our burdens we should grow vain and worldly." This disastrous result being in Mrs.
Cats could not groan in such short and painful catches. Conjectures of many colors appeared and disappeared like flashes in Bobaday's mind. The groaner was somebody that bad Dutch landlord had half murdered and put in the cellar. Maybe the floor was built to give way and let every traveller fall into a pit! Or it might be some boy or girl left behind by wicked movers to starve.
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