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Updated: June 5, 2025
"But why should they want to do for me?" "V'y, sir, they'd do for their own mothers, j'yful, if you paid 'em to!" "But who would employ such a gang?"
"Sir," said Joe, taking a set of gloves from a locker, "if you are ready to box a round or so " "Why, no," answered Ravenslee, "I don't want to box to-day, Joe." "Eh?" said Joe, staring, "not?" "I want to fight, Joe." "To fight, sir?" repeated Joe. "Fight?" cried the Old Un rapturously. "Oh, music sweet music t' me old ears! Fight? Oh, j'yful words! What's the old song say?
And he proceeded to remove his garments. "Oh, j'y!" cried the Old Un, hugging himself in bony arms. "Oh, j'yful words. Ah, but you peels like a good un, sir," he croaked, viewing white flesh and bulging muscle with knowing old eyes, "good an' long in the arm an' wide slope o' shoulder.
"Well," I answered, stretching myself more comfortably, "let us suppose so what then?" "Why, then, my covey, I'll knock ye off your pins again prompt an' j'yful!" "Under those circumstances I much prefer to remain as I am." "Why, then you're a weevil a worm, ah an' what's more, a weevily worm at that, an' I spits on ye!"
And then, as he hurried forward to take our horses: "Why, Lord, Mr. Anthony, sir, we du be tur'ble glad to see 'ee eh, old lady?" This last to her who had hurried to his call a youngish woman, as bright, as cosy, as cheery, but far prettier than the inn itself. "Oh, but indeed we be j'yful to see 'ee, Mr. Anthony; us was talkin' o' you an' your bonny lady this very day.
Beverley, sir," said he, "I first of all begs leave to say as, arter Master Horatio his Lordship, it's you as I'd be j'yful to see come into port first, or as you might say win this 'ere race. Therefore and wherefore I have laid five guineas on you, sir, by reason o' you being you, and the odds so long.
"I mean that, although it had no heart, the staple was tired and worn out just as you are, and so I brought it to you," and I slipped the rusty bit of iron into the old man's trembling palm. "O Lord !" he began in a fervent voice, "O dear Lord! I got it, Lord th' owd stapil I be ready to come to Thee, an' j'yful j'yful! an' for this mercy, an' benefit received blessed be Thy name. Amen!"
"You come along with me," said she, "you shall help me t' get the tea; you shall carry in th' cake an' " "Cake!" exclaimed the Old Un, "Oh, j'yful word, ma'am; you're a a lidy! An' there's jam, ain't there?" "Strawberry!" "Straw oh, music t' me ears, ma'am you're a nymp' lead me to it!" So saying, the Old Un followed Mrs. Trapes out into the kitchen, while the Spider stared after him open-mouthed.
''Ere I be, Lord! I'll say. ''Ere I be, thy poor old servant' but oh, Peter! if I could be sure o' that theer old rusty stapil bein' took first, why then I'd go j'yful j'yful, but why theer be that old fule Amos Lord! what a dodderin' old fule 'e be, an' theer be Job, an' Dutton they be comin' to plague me, Peter, I can feel it in my bones.
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