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'Noo, said John, when a hackney coach had been called, and the ladies and the luggage hurried in, 'gang to the Sarah's Head, mun. 'To the VERE? cried the coachman. 'Lawk, Mr Browdie! interrupted Miss Squeers. 'The idea! Saracen's Head. 'Sure-ly, said John, 'I know'd it was something aboot Sarah's Son's Head. Dost thou know thot? 'Oh, ah!
She stood by the back door reflecting on these gloomy possibilities, her eyes fixed on the water-butt. "I wish I'd never been born," she said, and she said it out loud. "Why, lawk a mercy, what's that for?" asked a voice, and Perks stood before her with a wooden trug basket full of green-leaved things and soft, loose earth. "Oh, it's you," she said.
Do you understand back-combing? 'Lawk a mercy, ma'am! I never heard tell o' such a thing; and speakin' o' my master and his family as fules is beyond a'. However, Miss Jasmine, the darlin', she comes to me and she says in her coaxin' way, "Mak' the auld leddy comfy, Magsie;" and I 'd risk mony a danger to please Miss Jasmine. 'There isn't any Miss Jasmine. Her name is Lucy.
She knew now that she was faint with hunger and thirst, and must take food before she could go much farther, so taking out a groat, her smallest coin, she accosted the girl, and offered it for a draught of milk. To her dismay the girl exclaimed "Lawk! It be young Madam! Sarvice, ma'am!" "I have lost myself in the wood," said Aurelia. "I should be much obliged for a little milk." "Well to be sure.
Saturday, when the Duchess came in to welcome us, and flowers came from all sides, and the Penniscots came to carry us off to dinner, I really felt, 'Lawk a mussy on me, this can't be I!" "Well, then, where IS the pill in the jelly?" asked Barbara solicitously. Julia had flung back her head and was listening intently. Footsteps and voices were unmistakably coming up the hall stairs.
Mountchessington Lawk. She had complacently opened the siege with the mixture of a hot gin-toddy. It was, moreover, rendered impressive by a waving spoon, which Mrs. Mountchessington Lawk moved solemnly backward and forward in a warning, funereal manner, as though protesting against some appalling fate. That she was in possession of my apartment, if not my house, I instinctively realized.
'Lawk, Miss! remonstrated honest Quince, with a protracted intonation of wonder and incredulity, which plainly implied a suspicion that I was dreaming. 'Yes, Mary. When we went into that dreadful room that dark, round place I saw his foot on the ladder. His foot, Mary I can't be mistaken. I won't be questioned. You'll find I'm right. He's here. He never went in that ship at all.
The next morning, in consideration of a handsome fee, he moved away. I accomplished this out of regard to the feelings of Mrs. Lawk; but, I must confess, I never regretted anything more.
"Never, never again shall you leave my protecting wing. Oh, inhuman monster, how could you be so heartless?" "Monster" was given with a decidedly unpleasant bite, and recalled my calmness. "Mrs. Mountchessington Lawk," I placidly observed, "I have not the remotest idea what you are talking about." "Moses Butterby, you're a brute." She rose to her feet.
Where am I? Where have they taken me?" "Lawk, ma'am," said the girl, with a broad grin, "that 'ere bees only Mr. Jumbo. A' won't hurt'ee. See, here's Mistress Aylward." A tall, white-capped, black-gowned elderly woman turned on the new-comer a pale, grave, unsmiling face, saying, "Your servant Miss Aurelia Delavie, as I understand."
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