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"I'm not displeased, my boy," said Mr Sudberry, kindly, patting him on the head; "I only wanted to know if he offered." "Of course I did," cried the imp, stoutly, with his arms akimbo "and why not? Don't you see that the poor boy is dead beat; and was I goin' to stand by and see him faint by his-self; all alone on the mountain?"
"I understand, Moses. That speech means that you are suffering from the same complaint. Well get out the biscuit." "Jus' de way ob de wurld," muttered the negro with a bland smile. "If a poor man obsarves an feels for de sorrows ob anoder, he allers gits credit for t'inkin' ob his-self. Neber mind, I's used to it!"
By this curious mode of treatment Mr. Weller was finally recovered, but with a very crimson face, and in a state of great exhaustion. 'He'll do now, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick, who had been in some alarm himself. 'He'll do, sir! cried Sam, looking reproachfully at his parent. 'Yes, he WILL do one o' these days, he'll do for his-self and then he'll wish he hadn't.
Besides, do you t'ink I'd forsake my Angelica an' leabe her to feed alone downstairs, w'ile her husband was a-gorgin' of his-self above? Neber! It's no use for you, Geo'ge, to say you'd be happy to see her too, for she wouldn't do it, an' she's as obsnit as me an' more! Now you make your mind easy, I'll be your mudder's black flunkey for lub, not for munny. So you hole your tongue, Geo'ge!"
"Solon was a man as thought his-self a great feelosopher, but he worn't, he wor an ass." "If I'm like Solon," retorted Rokens, "you're like a Solon-goose, w'ich is an animal as don't think itself an ass, 'cause its too great a one to know it." Having thus floored his adversary, the philosophic mariner turned to Glynn and said "In course we can't expect to be on full allowance."
No; he sez thet he don't crave to fit his-self to teach. He sez he feels like ez ef it would smother him to teach school in a house all day. He taken that after me. No; he's goin a-visitin'. Oh, no, sir; we ain't got no New York kin. He's a-goin' all the way to that strange an' distant State to call on a man thet he ain't never see, nor any of his family.
"Ca va bien, Antoinette?" asked Andrews. "Oui," she said, looking beyond their heads at the French soldier who sat at the other side of the little room. "A bottle of vin rouge, vite," said Chrisfield. "Ye needn't be so damn vite about it tonight, Chris," said one of the men at the other table. "Why?" "Ain't a-goin' to be no roll call. Corporal tole me his-self.
He arrested Tom Hayward, a chunk of a boy, that was scared most fitified and never resisted more'n a mouse. Cody, who was half drunk his-self, handcuffed Tom, quarreled with him, and shot the boy dead while the handcuffs was on him! Tom's relations sued Cody in the County Court, but he carried the case to the Federal Court, and they were too poor to follow it up.
De Wette Number One, waiting a little time until convinced that Number Two had disposed himself to sleep, retired also his-self to bed, wondering very much what all this could mean. Rising the next morning, he crossed the street, and passed up-stairs to his library. The door was fastened; he applied the key, opened it, and entered.
"Well, 'fore I die I've saw a horse with steel innards and rid it," remarked the old doctor. "Machines is jest the common sense of God Almighty made up by men, 'ste'd er animals made up by His-self. But I must git on, missie, or some critter over at Spring Hill will have a conniption and die in it fer lack of a drench or a dose."
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