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Updated: September 27, 2025
If you want to say, 'I am going on the river, say it plainly and don't tell us you are going on the 'rivah! You must say her, not har; it's God, not Gud: remonstrance, not remunstrance," and so forth. No one ever had a sharper tongue or a kinder heart than Mrs. Kean. Beginning with her, I have always loved women with a somewhat hard manner!
In a few seconds we slipped our moorings, and jib, foresail, and gaff-topsail were hauled out to the wind, and the main tack dropped, sooner than I have written it. "Vare de skepp go?" I heard the artist exclaim to the boatman; "det blăser hărdt de vind blow hard moin Gud! vare de skepp go?"
His entrance into the kitchen was precipitate. But the short reverie into which I then fell was interrupted by Mr. Percy, who, sauntering leisurely about the garden, paused to address me. "You folks thinks you was all to the gud, gittin' them trunks off, what?" "You speak in mysterious numbers," I returned, having no comprehension of his meaning.
"How about it?" he shouted, advancing toward me triumphantly, shaking his forefinger in my face. "Hey? THAT stings some, does it? Sounds kind o' like a FALSE name, does it? Got ye where the hair is short, that time, didn't I?" "Speaking of names," I retorted, "'Oil Poicy' doesn't seem to ring particularly true to me!" "It'll be gud enough fer you, young feller," he responded angrily.
Hampton if it is possible." "Sure an' she can thet. He's been askin' after her, an' thet pretty face would kape any man in gud spirits, I 'm thinkin'. Step roight in, miss." She held the door ajar, but Naida paused, glancing back at her motionless companion, a glint of unshed tears showing for the first time in her eyes. "Are you not coming also?" "No, Miss Naida.
So, if thou wilt go, get thee ready, Anne, my dear, for it will take us to be off frae here by twelve o'clock t'night, for it is a lang ride, and a rugged ride, as thou wilt find it to thy cost, ere ye be back again. I was never there for my own part; but I hear that the sale o' feeding cattle is expected to be gud and there I maun be.
For my taste your epilogue can't be too pungent to give a flavour to my oysters and Rhenish. Gud, my lord, we must have something to talk about when we leave the play-house!" "His lordship is spoilt; we are all spoilt for London after having lived in the most exquisite city in the world," drawled Mrs.
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