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Updated: May 24, 2025
"Well, and what have 'e seen?" asked the senior church-warden not Cheeseman, who was only the junior, and had neither been at church nor on the headland but Farmer Graves, the tenant of the Glebe and of Up-farm, the Admiral's best holding; "what have 'e seen, good people all, to leave parson to prache to hisself a'most a sarmon as he's hathn't prached for five year, to my knowledge?
"Lord bless my heart! I hope the poor craitur' hathn't lasted half so long as her pictur' hath." To begin with, how could this valuable thing have got into the Moon-stream, and lain there so long, unsought for, or at best so unskillfully sought for? What connection could it have with the tragic death of my grandfather?
She hathn't got a sound thread to draw, I do believe. Who is the fool now, Mike? Though vexed I be to ask it." "Wait a bit, old lobster-pot. Ah, there now, she breezes! Whistle for a wind, lads, whistle, whistle. Sure as I'm a sinner, yes! She's laying her course to board the Frenchman on the weather quarter. With a slant of wind she'll do it, too, if it only holds two minutes.
And if you are plotting against me for my good as mother loves to put it it would be the best way to shut me out before you begin to do it." "Why, bless my heart and soul," exclaimed the farmer, with a most crafty laugh for he meant to kill two birds with one stone "if the lass hathn't got her own dear mother's tongue, and the very same way of turning things!
At length he sighed, and murmured to himself: "To him that hath, shall be given all they can take away from him that hathn't." John Schuyler had come to be a big man and a broad one big in the great things of life that sometimes are so small, big in the small things of life that sometimes are so great. Broad of mind, as well as broad of shoulder he was.
"Gentlemen, you may come out of your holes," the Grimsby man shouted from his mooring-post, as the echoes ran along the cliffs, and rolled to and fro in the distance. "My old woman will miss a piece of my pigtail, but she hathn't hurt her old skipper else. She blowed up handsome, and no mistake! No more danger, gentlemen, and plenty of stuff to pick up afore next pay-day."
The letters stood out in bold relief against the brilliant red of the boat. "I propose three cheers for the artist," cried Harriet. "Wait a minute," called Tommy. "Well, what is it?" demanded Margery. "The job ith not finithhed yet. Mith Elting hathn't painted the name on the other thide." "That is true, but to do so I should have to stand in the water," laughed the guardian.
"She hathn't been there for an hour," thought he; "a reek o' milk, and not my lassie." Very few human beings have such fragrance of good-will as milk. The farmer knew that he had gone too far in speaking coarsely of the cow, whose children first forego their food for the benefit of ours, and then become veal to please us.
"It hathn't got fat leaveth," cried Dicky. "Good for Dicky," exclaimed Helen. "He has beaten you girls. You see the food in the pea is packed so tight that the pea gets discouraged about trying to send up those first leaves and gives it up as a bad job. They stay underground and do their feeding from there." "A sort of cold storage arrangement," smiled Ethel Brown.
A' might just as well have been my head, if a wave hadn't lifted the muzzle when that straight-eyed chap let fire. Bear a hand, boys, and cut away the wreck. He hathn't got never another shot to send. He hath saved us trouble o' shortening that there canvas. We don't need too much way on her."
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