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Deuceace at onst, and held out her arms she had a heart, that old Kicksey, and I respect her for it. The poor hunchback flung herself into Miss's arms, with a kind of whooping screech, and kep there for some time, sobbing in quite a historical manner. I saw there was going to be a sean, and so, in cors, left the door ajar.
Poar thing, a frendly face was a event in her life a tea-party quite a hera! "Why, perhaps, Lenoir my maid," says my lady, looking grave. "I wish, Miss Kicksey, you would not demean yourself by mixing with my domestics. Recollect, madam, that you are sister to Lady Griffin." "No, my lady, it was not Lenoir; it was a gentleman, and a handsome gentleman, too."
"What then?" "Why, nothing; that is all I know. I am sure I wish I had ninety," says poor Kicksey, her eyes turning to heaven. "Ninety fiddlesticks! Did not Mr. Deuceace ask how the money was left, and to which of us?" "Yes; but I could not tell him." "I knew it!" says my lady, slapping down her tea-cup, "I knew it!" "Well!" says Miss Matilda, "and why not, Lady Griffin?
"No," said Doctor Chowne, "put some wood and charcoal ready, and fetch a dozen bricks out of the yard." "Is Master Sep ill?" cried Kicksey. "Oh, no: there he is. I was quite " "There, be quick," said my father; "and if anybody comes, go to the gate and say I'm busy."
But there was war in our cottage at the Bay desperate war. Mother Bonnet coming every morning with fish and cream and chickens and fruit for her boy, as she called Bigley; and our Kicksey snorting and indignant at the intrusion, and telling old Sam that it was just as if master was too poor to pay for things.
The silence in the room was broken by the entrance of Kicksey to take away; and as she did so she took the opportunity of informing us that she had cleared everything away, and that the kitchen was as clean once more as a new pin.
He would not, though, and we went up to the cottage together, to find Kicksey kicking up a dust in the parlour with a broom. "Is father up yet?" I cried. "Yes, my dear, hours ago, and half-way to Barnstaple before now." "What!" I cried. "He's going to London, my dear, and here's a letter that Sam was to bring over to you if you didn't come back to breakfast."
One of 'em, Miss Jemima Kicksey, the oldest, and by no means the least ugly of the sett, was staying with her ladyship, and gev me all the partecklars. Of the rest of the famly, being of a lo sort, I in course no nothink; MY acquaintance, thank my stars, don't lie among them, or the likes of them.
Well, on Chewsdy there was the same game; ditto on Wensday; only, when we called there, who should we see but our father, Lord Crabs, who was waiving his hand to Miss Kicksey, and saying HE SHOULD BE BACK TO DINNER AT 7, just as me and master came up the stares. There was no admittns for us though. "Bah! bah! never mind," says my lord, taking his son affeckshnately by the hand.
"Here, Sam, run back and tell Kicksey to hurry on the breakfast," said my father. "Hurry on the braxfass, captain," said Sam grinning, "why, I told Kicksey to put the ham in the pan as soon as I see you a-coming."
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