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This was the most astonishing burglar! "Well, where is't? Lemme call long distance on it? I ain't got the tin now, but I'll pay ya when I git back home!" "Why, the idea! Take him to the telephone Morris. Right there! This one !" But Billy had sighted one on a mahogany desk near at hand and he toppled to the edge of the chair that stood before it.
Here a consultation was held as to where the booth might probably be. "He jumped over the wall here," said Willie, "and I'm sure he took the hill in this direction at first." "Ay, laddie; but chiels o' his stamp never gang straight to their mark. We'll follow him up this way. Hoe long is't sin' ye perted wi' him, said ee?" examining the place where the gypsy had entered the copse.
Here Henri uttered a cry of consternation, and stood speechless, with his mouth open. "What's the matter? what is't?" cried Dick and Joe, seizing their rifles instinctively. "De grub him be forgat!" There was a look of blank horror, and then a burst of laughter from Dick Varley.
She would even dazzle a little, if one looked at her too hard. Sho could not dazzle Tibbie though, who was seated with Annie on the pale green grass, with the moon about them in the air and beneath them in the water. "Ye say it's a fine munelicht nicht, Annie." "Ay, 'deed is't. As bonnie a nicht as ever I saw." "Weel, it jist passes my comprehension hoo ye can see, whan the air's like this.
"Oh, bravely," replied he, handing a piece of blue paper to the inquirer, "bravely; look at that!" Why, this is a summons," said my companion. "Ay, bigad is't, too," answered the old man. "Never had sich a thing i' my life afore! Think o' me gettin' a summons for breakin' windows at seventy year owd. A bonny warlock, that, isn't it? Why, th' whole street went afore th' magistrates to get mo off."
In about ten minutes he was rapping at the door of the attic where his sister's friend Teen supported existence. 'Oh, it's you! Come in, she said, when she recognised him by holding the candle high above his head, and looking profoundly surprised to see him. 'What is't? 'I thought you'd know. I came to ask if you could tell me what has become of Liz.
Poyser was walking briskly this March morning, with a sense of spring business on his mind: he was going to cast the master's eye on the shoeing of a new cart-horse, carrying his spud as a useful companion by the way. His surprise was great when he caught sight of Adam, but he was not a man given to presentiments of evil. "Why, Adam, lad, is't you?
Nothing but well-bred stuffe! canst see my daughter And not be strooke with horrour of thy shame To th' very heart? Is't not enough, thou Traytour, To my poore Girles dishonour to abuse her, But thou canst yett putt on a divells visour To face thy fact & glory in her woe? Hen. I would I were acquainted with your honours meaning all this while. Fer.
"Madam," murmured the girl, in her agony of shame, "we were not well-advised to come. Will not your ladyship turn back?" Her ladyship displayed a vinegary smile, and looked at her companion over the top of her slowly moving fan. "Why? Is't not pleasant here?" quoth she. "'Twill be more agreeable under the trees yonder. The sun will not reach you there, child."
She glanced at him now and then, but would not seem to notice him much. He gazed for two or three minutes, and then said, in a low, doubtful, almost timid, voice, 'Kirsty? 'Ay; what is't, Francie? returned Kirsty. 'Is't yersel, Kirsty? he said. 'Ay, wha ither, Francie! 'Are ye angry at me, Kirsty? 'No a grain. What gars ye speir sic a queston?
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