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Updated: May 11, 2025
Biddy had less self-command than the others, and she was heard saying aloud, "Och! and did n't I dhrame of the blessed springs and wells of Ireland the night, and haven't I dhrunk at 'em all? but now it's over, and I am awake, no good has't done me, and I'm ready to die for one dhrap of wather." That drop soon came, however, and with it the blessed relief which such a boon bestows.
That Dearsley has been makin' the rowlin' wealth av Roshus by nefarious rafflin'. Think av the burnin' shame to the sufferin' coolie-man that the army in Injia are bound to protect an' nourish in their bosoms! Two thousand coolies defrauded wanst a month! 'Dom t' coolies. Has't gotten t' cheer, man? said Learoyd. 'Hould on.
That Dearsley has been makin' the rowlin' wealth av Roshus by nefarious rafflin'. Think av the burnin' shame to the sufferin' coolie-man that the army in Injia are bound to protect an' nourish in their bosoms! Two thousand coolies defrauded wanst a month!" "Dom t' coolies. Has't gotten t' cheer, man?" said Learoyd. "Hould on.
But I hae no richt to say WE. Blame, gien there be ony, I hae my share o'; but praise, gien there be ony, she has't a'; for, that the warst michtna come to the warst, at the last she tuik the meal-pock," said Aggie, and burst into tears as she said it, "an' gaed oot wi' 't." "Good God!" cried Cosmo, and for some moments was dumb.
"Nae fear o' him," Leeby said. "Na, he kens fine wha has't." I never knew how Jamie came by the glove, nor whether it had originally belonged to her who made him forget the window at the top of the brae. At the time I looked on as at play-acting, rejoicing in the happy ending. Alas! in the real life how are we to know when we have reached an end?
You shall heare more on't: When thou art married, if the kind charity Of other men permitt thee to geet thee children That call thy wife mother, bring them up To people shopps and cheat for 18d, The pretious youth that fathers them. Walke, walke, you and your Captaine Huff to London, And tell thy mother how thou has't sped i'th country, And let her moane thee. Crac.
"It isn't the first buffalo I have killed " "I'm not aware that ye have killed that yit," interrupted the Irish lad in his quizzical fashion. "You soon will be, but I have been out with father before to-day and shot buffaloes: have you?" "No; whin I goes out huntin' yer fither has't the proud distinction of bein' taken along.
"said she, softly,between a smile and a tear, so glad to hear him speak so kindly, so like old times. "If thee'd like to go, John, I'll stand treat." "Thou stand treat!" said he, with half a sneer: "Has't got a fortun', wench?" "Nay," said she, "but I've gotten the pint o' ale." "Gotten what?" said he. "The pint o' ale!" said she.
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