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"Me cousin Hyatt he've brung some meat off'n the mash, an' I briled some." "I'm not very hungry, Susie," I told her. "Nor me neither, ma'am, with all them goin'-ons," she confided. "But what's th' use o' despisin' any of th' Lord's blessin's, specially when they gits kinder scarce?"
"'E-es, Jim, thee 'ull be gettin' all the buns and all the baccy now," cried one of the others, laughing. "He'll have to stand up and say 'Good marnin'' to the gentry when they comes round, and tell his age, and how long he've a-been here, and all. I d' 'low he'll do it just so well as you."
"I been thinkin'," she mused, "that I'd get the house tidied up while the doctor's away." "Oh, was you?" "Ay," she said, looking up; "for he've such a wonderful distaste for dust an' confusion. An' I'll have the house all in order," she added, with a wan smile, "when he gets back."
I seen my Berry!" "Your husband?" "Large as life!" Lucy meditated on optical delusions, but Mrs. Berry described him as the Colossus who had marched them into the library, and vowed that he had recognized her and quaked. "Time ain't aged him," said Mrs. Berry, "whereas me! he've got his excuse now. I know I look a frump." Lucy kissed her: "You look the nicest, dearest old thing."
'Nobody'd think it from they grimy paws, said May Gold to herself; 'but he've got a skin as fair as a maid's. Paul heard the words, and shuddered exquisitely as she laid her soft warm hand on his shoulder, leaning over him, and slicing away at the withes in a business-like fashion. 'I'll finish that, he said tremulously. 'La, she cried, 'the child's awake all the time!
"Tidy tidy!" came back. "It arn't so very tight." The rustling went on, and I heard Dumlow whisper "When he holloas, let's fetch him out with a will." "Ay, ay, but he don't holloa," said Bob. "Why, he've got farder than we did." "Nay, not he. Why, he have though!" For the whistling went on, just a softened hissing, and it was evident that Barney had got some distance in.
"You see, zur," said the skipper, gently, "he've wonderful pain, an' he've broke everything breakable that we got, an' we've got un locked in the fo'c's'le, an' " "Where's Wreck Cove?" "'Tis t' the s'uth'ard, zur," one of the men put in. "Some twelve miles beyond the Thirty Devils." The doctor opened the kitchen door and stepped out. There was no doubt about the weather. A dirty gale was blowing.
"What are you doin' to him?" demanded 'Beida, her colour coming back with a rush. Mr Pamphlett had slewed about on his knees. "Here, you cut and run!" he commanded sharply. But his posture did not lend itself to authority, and he showed some embarrassment. "What are you doin' to him?" the child demanded again. "He've had a fit," explained Builder Gilbert, holding out the ewer.
The moon was up, broadly shining behind the Watchman: my sister's white little room kept sweet and dainty in the way she had was full of soft gray light; and I saw that her eyes were wide and moist. "He's wonderful restless, the night," she mused. "He've a great grief." "A grief? Oh, Davy!" "Ay, a great, great grief! He've been talkin' to hisself, Bessie.
"'I'll bide here 'til I'm ready t' go, sink you! says the skipper. "'Oh, no, you won't! says the man. 'I've a gun or two that says you'll be t' sea agin in half an hour if the wind holds. "So when we was well out t' sea agin, the cook he says t' me that he've a wonderful fondness for a run ashore in a friendly port, but he've no mind t' be shot for a mad dog.
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