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S'pose we scratch it out an' say, 'A man ought to be 'appy when 'e can call 'er 'isn'? That what schoolmaster calls the third person." "There didn' ought to be no third person about it," said Tilda severely; "on'y 'Enery an' 'er. Well, go on." "I can't. That's so far as I've written up to the present. It's a rough copy, you understand; an' at Stratford I allow to write it out fair an' post it."
Total takin's four, three, three less 'ire of 'all, four-an'-six " "I can read figures an' print," owned Tilda, "but 'andwriting's too much for me; an' yours, I dare say, isn' none o' the best." "I've improved it a lot at the night school. But what is it puzzlin' you?" he asked, looking up as he counted. She held out the book, but not as he had handed it.
"Tho' 'twas no more than an inklin', and I put it aside, seein' as how no man with eyes could mistake the one she favoured." "Meanin' me, o' course," interjected Cai, jabbing the tobacco down in his pipe. "You?" 'Bias opened his eyes wide: then he smiled an indulgent smile. "Ho you must excuse me but if that isn' too rich!"
Rogers, "If that's the way you Polperro men keep abreast of Board of Trade regulations, it strikes me you might have done worse than lose your billet with the Pride of the West." In the time left before the waterman brought them alongside, Mr. "But a Dutchman isn' no neutral," Captain Jacka objected. "I did hear," said Mr.
"Madam, a horseman comes riding " "That'll do. Madam, a H h horseman Is that better?" "You needn't strain at it so," said the boy. "Why, you're quite red in the face!" "Oh, yes, I need," said Tilda; "first-along, any'ow." She fell silent for a space. "That Mortimer," she conceded, "isn' quite the ass that 'e looks. This 'as got to take time, after all."
How did it go off?" "He can't remember, except that it did go off. He was drunk, too drunk o' purpose: for, as he says very reas'nably, 'twas the only way he could find the courage. The fellow isn' without public spirit, if he'd only apply it the right way.
"I never liked the life, notwithstandin'," confessed the Captain. "And I'll be fifty come Michaelmas. Isn' that enough?" "Nobody likes it, sir; not at our age. But all the same I reckon there be compensations." "If the truth were known, maybe your landsman on an average don't do as he chooses any more than we mariners." "Tut, man!" The Captain, who held the tiller, had ceased to look aft.
But I interjuced 'im the same bein' 'er Sunday out; an' afterwards, when he called 'er a monstrous fine girl, I felt as 'appy as if he'd given me ten shillin'. Which only proves," Sam commented bitterly, "what I say in the next verse " "I'd rather be in prison Than in this earthly dwellin', Where nothin' is but it isn' An there ain't no means of tellin'!"
'Aw, says I, 'so thee'rt feelin' of it, too! 'Feelin' of it! says he, 'durned if this isn' the awnly place I can get a wink o' sleep! 'Come'st way long to Wall-end and tetch pipe, says I. Tha's how it began. An' now, ever since Billy thought 'pon the plan of settin' someone, turn an' turn, to watch your window, there's nothin' to hurry us.
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