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As he passed Pümpelhagen, Hawermann saw him, and called him to stop, adding: "Bless me, Zachariah, why are you dressed so oddly?" "An accident, nothing but an accident. You remember that I fell into the muddy water in the ditch last night. But I hav'n't time to stop now, I must go to your sister." "My sister's business can wait better than mine, Bräsig.
Eleven miles is quite a distance to haul immense quantities of wheat, corn, rye, and oats; but as I hav'n't any to haul, I do not, after all, suffer much on that account. My farm is more especially a grass farm. My neighbors told me so at first, and as an evidence that they were sincere in that opinion, they turned their cows on to it the moment I went off "lecturing."
The hairy man stood up, straightened his back, and looked at Philip from head to foot. "Lucky be blowed. I wish I'd never seen this blasted place. Here have I been sinking holes and puddling for five months, and hav'n't made enough to pay my tucker and the Government license, thirty bob a month. I am a mason, and I threw up twenty-eight bob a day to come to this miserable hole.
"Never fear!" said Sir Terence: "hav'n't I been at my wits' ends for myself or my friends ever since I come to man's estate to years of discretion, I should say, for the deuce a foot of estate have I! But use has sharpened my wits pretty well for your service; so never be in dread, my good lord; for look ye!" cried the reckless knight, sticking his arms akimbo, "look ye here! in Sir Terence O'Fay stands a host that desires no better than to encounter, single-witted, all the duns in the united kingdoms, Mordicai the Jew inclusive."
"Yes," said the archdeacon; "Sir Abraham has given most minute attention to the case; indeed, I knew he would; most minute attention; and his opinion is, and as to his opinion on such a subject being correct, no one who knows Sir Abraham's character can doubt, his opinion is, that they hav'n't got a leg to stand on." "But as how, archdeacon?"
After some consideration, he solved the difficulty of guarding his prisoner by saying to his assistant: "Well, Munson, all that can be done is this: one of us will have to sleep across one door, and the other across the other. And as I hav'n't slept in a room for three nights, I reckon I'll take the vacant room, and you may take the hall.
"Dear me! hav'n't you lunched already?" "Where should I lunch, my dear lady?" I thought this would induce the sugary smile to show itself. I was wrong. "Where?" Mrs. Roylake repeated. "With your friends at the mill of course. Very inhospitable not to offer you lunch. When are we to have flour cheaper?" I began to get sulky. All I said was: "I don't know." "Curious!" Mrs. Roylake observed.
And what is more, I listened so attentively to such sentiments as these, from a lady with a title, that I can repeat, word for word, what she said next. "We hav'n't deserved our own titles; we hav'n't earned our own incomes; and we legislate for the country, without having been trusted by the country. In short, we are a set of impostors, and the time is coming when we shall be found out."
"Bully for you, Smith!" exclaimed Chilvers, "didn't know it was in you." "Mr. Chilvers is jealous of you," declared Miss Lawrence. "I think it was real heroic." "So do I," asserted Miss Harding, "but I cannot imagine how you acquired so absurd a nickname as 'Socks Smith' from that incident." "Was the water cold?" asked Marshall. "I hav'n't finished my story," said Mr.
A man who can change his complexion, at will, is a man we hav'n't heard of yet, Mr. Roylake." I had been dressing for some time past; longing to see Cristel, it is needless to say. "Is there anything more," I asked, "that I ought to know?" "Only one thing, Mr. Roylake, that I can think of," Gloody replied. "I'm afraid it's Miss Cristel's turn next." "What do you mean?"
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