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Updated: June 25, 2025
Then she trotted off to Hee's domain. Sally straggled out into the garden, with Janey and Constance and the small boy following after. There was great distress because the little girls were all for tennis, and Keith Borroughs frankly admitted that he hated tennis.
I would give my fower marks a yeare that I could talke like that mad gentleman. Hee's here and there and everywhere. Fra. Although I mist a happines, I applaud Your nimble wit that securd both our honours. You have an excellent Instrument too o' your gentlewoman. La. Oh she deliver'd to the life how you Were troubled with the Stone.
I know a hundred Leverets , things that will Bound like a dancer on the rope and kiss thee Into thy naturall complexion: A sinner that shall clime thee like a squirrell. Cou. And crack me like a Nutt. I ha no kernell To spare for her sweet tooth. Cap. That was a metaphor: hee's not desperate! Cou. Buoy, my deere Captaine. Cap. Enter a Footeman. Cou. How does my uncle? Fo.
Me, I come back with thees Basque for put heem in the calaboose." "But, Pablo, you cannot confine this man without a warrant." Pablo, too polite to argue with a guest, merely bowed and smiled deprecatingly. "My boss, hee's tell me put thees fellow in the calaboose. If trouble come from thees well, Don Miguel have the fault, not Pablo Artelan. If the señor please for let go the gray horse no?"
"Five hunderd!" shouted Jean, with his broad, cheery grin. "By gar! tha' Jan hee's worth ten hunderd of any man's money for team-leadin'. Yes, sir; an' you can say I said so. I don't care where the nex' come from; tha' Jan, hee's masterpiece."
My costive Countrey man? hee's an Anabaptist: he wonot drinke, and yet kist the Cupp of last night, me thought, when his Mistres drank to him: wee'le try. How ist, my man of mortall breeding? Cou. My man of warre, trebonn. Your servant, Captaine. Cap.
"Yas, bot if you no lak I leek heem, ust you yoomp in und I lat heem run goot for two, t'ree mile. Dot feex heem all right." "I don't know about that. Sure you can hold him?" "Yas, I hol' heem so goot he break hee's yaw off, if he don't stop ven I tol' heem. Now, quvick. Whoa! Yoomp in."
Jake readily admitted, when, over their pipes that night, he and Jean came to review the day's run, that the team had worked better this day than on any previous day in the past month. "With double load, an' one dog short," Jean reminded him. "That's so," said Jake. "I guess that moose-meat's put good heart into them." "Ah! moose-meat, hee's all right; good tack, for sure," said Jean.
The epitaph, written by Bishop Ken, may be quoted: ALAS! HEE'S GONE BEFORE GONE, TO RETURNE NOE MORE; OUR PANTING HEARTS ASPIRE AFTER THEIR AGED SIRE, WHOSE WELL-SPENT LIFE DID LAST FULL NINETY YEARS AND PAST. BUT NOW HE HATH BEGUN THAT WHICH WILL NERE BE DONE: CROWN'D WITH ETERNAL BLISSE, WE WISH OUR SOULS WITH HIS.
If we make Matrimony after this rate, The Divell is like to dance at our wedding. Ho! Enter Device. De. Hee's here, Alone too, and the place most opportune. How shall I beginne? Mr. Courtwell, do you love Any friend of mine? Cou. Not to my knowledge, Sir; I should be sorry. De. Do not you love a gentlewoman? Cou. If she be a friend of yours ile take the first Occasion to neglect her for your sake.
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