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And though we can't expect his daughter to inherit his closeness, she may have a few dribblets from his sense." "And his pocket, perhaps." "Yes; the nine hundred pound that everybody says he's worth; but I call it four hundred and fifty; for I never believe more than half I hear." "Well, he've made a pound or two, and I suppose the maid will have it, since there's nobody else.
Toley in charge, came aboard in high humor. "I may be wrong," remarked Bulger, "but judgin' by cap'n's face, he've been an' choused the Pirate got twice the valley o' the goods he's landed." "I wonder where Mr. Diggle is?" said Desmond. "You en't no call to mourn for him, I tell you.
He've led a dog's life, that he have, and I've never heard a grumble, nary one; have you?" "True," said the first. "And I tell you what it is. I believe Bulger's in the right of it, and 'tis all along o' that there Diggle, hang him! He's too perlite by half, with his smile and his fine lingo and all. And what's he keep his hand wropt up in that there velvet mitten thing for? I'd like to know that.
Don't you trouble about he. He've had his own way too much, but he won't get it this time." That night Taffy dreamt that he met Squire Moyle walking along the shore; but the sand clogged him, and his spurs sank in it and his riding-boots. When he was ankle deep he began to call out, "Pray for me!"
Not that Blanchard 's all fule far from it. He've ripened a little of late years though slowly as fruit in a wet summer. Granted he bested you in the past an' your natural hope an' prayer was to be upsides wi' un some day. Well, that's all dead an' buried, ban't it?
There's Svorenssen, for instance that big chap with the red hair and beard he's a Roosian Finn; and he've got a vile temper, and I believe he's an unforgivin' sort of feller, remembers things against a man if you understand what I mean.
The man gave vent to a yell of dismay as he felt the coil of the horrible thing tighten round him, and the next instant screamed, in a voice hoarse and sharpened by terror: "He've a-got me! He've a-got me and 's dragging of me overside! Hold on to me, dear souls, and don't let mun take me. Oh! I be goin' he'm squeezin' the very life out o' me save me, shipmates, save " Crunch!
"Come yeou right in an' set down, my little dearrs," said the woman. "They'll niver touch my man. He'll poach 'em to rights. Iss fai! Fresh berries an' cream. Us Dartymoor folk niver forgit their friends. But them Bidevor poachers, they've no hem to their garments. Sugar? My man he've digged a badger for yeou, my dearrs. 'Tis in the linhay in a box."
To-morrow I'll send my box up Drift by the fust omblibus as belongs to Staaft, an' walk myself, an' tell Uncle Thomas all's there is to tell. He've got a heart in his breast, an' I'll bide 'long wi' him till Mister Jan do come back." "Wheer's he to now?" "To Lunnon. He've gone to make his house vitty for me." "Well, best to get Uncle Chirgwin to write to en, onless you'd like me to do it for 'e."
The look that sprang into those grey eyes of her was more like one of relief, or, if not of relief, of a sudden hope suddenly snatched at; but this was absurd, of course. It would not fit in with the situation at all. At dinner he said: "You'll be up in the summer-house this afternoon? I shouldn't wonder if Zeke comes to say good-bye. Tangye says he've got the offer of a new berth, up to Runcorn."
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