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"Now, you may not believe it," he said to the rest of the room, "but I should never have knowed this gentleman if I had met him anywhere off his own he'th he's altered so much." "You too have altered, and for the better, I think Timothy," said Yeobright, surveying the firm figure of Fairway. "Master Yeobright, look me over too.
I thall keep your brother here after the performanth. I thant undreth him, nor yet wath hith paint off. Let the Thquire come here after the performanth, or come here yourthelf after the performanth, and you thall find your brother, and have the whole plathe to talk to him in. Never mind the lookth of him, ath long ath he'th well hid.
"What he needth ith water," Bud declared. "I'll bet he'th not had a drop for two dayth." "How can you get some, Bud? We can't reach the river from here," I said. "Bah! all mud, anyhow. I'll climb till I find a thpring. They're all around in the rockth. The Lord give Motheth water. I'll hunt till He thoweth me where it ith." Bud put off in the bushes.
"Come away, Joan, he'th prob'bly all over coal dutht and all of a meth." The continued presence of unsympathetic elders prevented his proper avenging of such insults. The day of the performance approached, and there arose some little trouble about William's costume.
"Well, well, it ith all right," exclaimed Johnnie, "we're not going to do any harm! O Cray, he'th brought up a log ath big ath a fiddle. Quelle alouette!" "How lucky it is that she has never seen Cray!" exclaimed Barbara. "Johnnie, do be calm; how are we to do it, if you laugh so? Now then, you are to be attending to the electrifying machine."
My sonnies, I've got the very white trousers that I wore, at home in box now. Ha'n't I, Ann?" "You had till I cut 'em up for Jimmy," said Mrs. Dewy. "And we ought, by rights, after doing this parish, to go round Higher and Lower Mellstock, and call at Viney's, and so work our way hither again across He'th," said Mr. Penny, recovering scent of the matter in hand.
That was where I had been when you came up; and when I saw you I thought you were the same one." "Perhaps it was one of the heath-folk going home?" "No, it couldn't be. 'Tis too late. The noise of her gown over the he'th was of a whistling sort that nothing but silk will make." "It wasn't I, then. My dress is not silk, you see... Are we anywhere in a line between Mistover and the inn?"
It shot through my brain like an arrow. I turned and seized Le Claire by the hand. "O'mie's not dead," I cried. "He's alive somewhere, and I'm going to find him." "You bet your life he'th not dead," Bud Anderson echoed me. "Come on." The boys with Le Claire started in a body through the crowd; a shout went up, a sudden determination that O'mie must be alive seemed to possess Springvale.
"Good for you, Phil. Bet we've got one fellow to make a Bothton girl open her eyeth even if Tillhurtht couldn't. He'th jutht jealouth. But we all know Phil! Nobody'll ever doubt old Philip!" It took the edge off the embarrassment, and O'mie, who had sidled over into Marjie's neighborhood, said in a low voice: "Tillhurst is a consummit liar, beautiful to look upon. That girl tagged Phil.
'He'th dying Devereux Cluffe he'th I tell you, he'th dying; and he was on the point of declaring himself O'Flaherty's murderer, and surrendering himself as such into the hands of anybody who would accept the custody of his person, when the recollection of his official position as poor O'Flaherty's second flashed upon him, and collecting with a grand effort, his wits and his graces
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