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And she said it was right in sight of where the boy lived, too, where he could see it every day; and that if he hadn't been so blind he could have looked right through those gray walls and seen that, and seen lots of other things. And what did she mean by that, Mr. Jack?" "I don't know I don't know, David," half-groaned Mr. Jack. "Sometimes I think she means and then I think that can't be true."
"Poor Old Blue poor old fellow!" she finished with a little catch in her voice. Old Heck's cheeks whitened as he listened. "Good lord," he half-groaned, "you had a close call! It's lucky th' Ramblin' Kid saw you coming toward the upper ford if he hadn't you'd never got out! But go on into the house and get some dry clothes on.
"My, lord!" he half-groaned, pretending terrible grief, "this is awful! It it come so sudden but there ain't no hard feelings, Old Heck! I I wish you both joy and happiness!" "Darned if that ain't white of you, Parker!" Old Heck exclaimed, immensely relieved. "I won't forget it!
"I've seen fathers and mothers," said the sage child, nodding at him; "and them as likes 'em is welcome to 'em." "Gor-a-mussy!" half-groaned the young man. "If you talk like that, they'll take you in, right enough; but as to your gettin' out " "I'll get out, one way or 'nother you see!" Tilda promised. "All you 'ave to do is to take charge o' this crutch an' look after the dog."
"Is that the way one talks to one's niece?" she asked him, almost listlessly. "Such flattery must surely be bad for the young." Her words were sprightly enough, but her face had clouded over. She had no heart for the banter. "Ah" he half-groaned. "I only wish I knew what was the right way to talk to you.
"Why, Punch, lad!" he said, "not hurt much, are you?" "That you, Private Gray?" "Yes. But tell me, are you wounded?" "Yes!" half-groaned the boy; and then with a sudden access of excitement, "Here, I say, where's my bugle?" "Oh, never mind your bugle. Where are you hurt?" cried the boy's comrade. "In my bugle I mean, somewhere in my back. But where's my instrument?"
But she would bear it no longer. She would show her mother that she would submit to no leading that she, Elizabeth Granger, the handsomest newspaper girl in Liverpool, was a woman, and her own mistress. "She oughtn't to have done it," half-groaned Bet "The poor book! And I'll never know now what's come to Jane and Rochester I'll never know. It cuts me to the quick.
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