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"See here, my girl," he said sharply, "you must not behave in this fashion. I have reason to believe that the assassin of Mr. Vrain entered the house through the premises of your mistress." "Lawks, what a 'orrible idear!" shrieked Mrs. Bensusan. "Good 'eavens, Rhoda, did you see the murdering villain?" "Me? No! I never sawr nothing, mum," replied Rhoda doggedly.
After dinner was over and the ladies were gone to the drawing-room, and the gentlemen had been sitting over their wine for some time, the butler, William Weir an honest man, whose wife lived at the lodge came to my room looking scared. "Lawks, William!" says I, said my aunt, sir, "whatever is the matter with you?" "Well, Mrs Prendergast!" says he, and said no more.
"He is my manager at Redford." Mr Dalzell smiled darkly. "He likes that, I suppose?" "I don't know whether he likes it or not, I'm sure, but I do. I know that everything's right when he is there." "Married?" "Lawks, no! The most confirmed old bachelor on the face of the earth." They fell silent again, still gazing into the room.
Phyllis jumped up. "Oh! Lawks! Here's mother!" Mrs. Larne was coming up the garden. Bob Pillin made for the door. "Good-bye," he said; "I'm going." But Mrs. Larne was already in the hall. Enveloping him in fur and her rich personality, she drew him with her into the drawing-room, where the back window was open and Phyllis gone.
I'm no reckoner of time, that keeps its own score like an innkeeper, without my help. Lawks! how he did gallop off, working those long spurs he wore right into the ribs of the horse. And little wonder, poor man, and he daft, not being able to speak, but only to bleat sheeplike, and fallen upon by robbers on the king's roads, and in broad daylight.
When that point was reached, it was found to be so late that the streets were almost deserted, and the particular part in which their lodging stood was dreadfully silent. "How am I ever to get home?" asked Ruth. "It is not more than twenty doors off," said Kate, "and Liffie will go with you." "Lawks, ma'am," said Liffie, "what could the likes o' me do if we was attacked?
"Lawks a mussy!" said the old lady. "Wonders and Wonders! Why! it's Mr. Gambell! 'Iding 'is 'ed in that thing! I never did!" "Can we get her out?" said Mr. Gambell. "There's not much time." "He might git stuck in it." "You'll get stuck in it," said Mr. Polly, "come along!" "Not for jumpin' I don't," said the old lady, understanding his gestures rather than his words. "Not a bit of it.
"I'd rather you didn't go, my dear," she said. "So let that be the end of it, there's a good girl!" "Oh, but I " began Columbine, and broke off short. "Goodness, how you made me jump!" she said instead. Rufus, his burly form completely blocking the doorway, was standing half in and half out of the garden, looking at her. "Lawks!" said Mrs. Peck. "So you did me! Good evening, Rufus!
Though bedraggled and dishevelled, she was nevertheless delightful, and treated her sudden immersion with careless unconcern. Why had Krail attempted to get rid of her in that manner? What motive had he? They reached the farmhouse, where Mrs. Wyatt, a stout, ruddy-faced woman, detecting their approach, met them upon the threshold. "Lawks, Miss Heyburn! why, what's happened?" she asked in alarm.
Surely if we could recall that early bitterness, and the dim guesses, the strangely perspectiveless conception of life, that gave the bitterness its intensity, we should not pooh-pooh the griefs of our children. "Miss Maggie, you're to come down this minute," said Kezia, entering the room hurriedly. "Lawks! what have you been a-doing? I never see such a fright!"
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