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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Ef I c'd 'a' got on my scuffs," said Captain Leezur, his sun-visage showing against the crimson back of an easy-chair, "I don't know but what I sh'd been 'most tempted ter jine the darnce myself. But no; I couldn't pervail with 'em so long sence I've wrarstled with 'em so I come right 'long in my felts."
And you, my children dear, adieu! Farewell! farewell to thee! Adieu! farewell! adieu! "Were you looking for your handkerchief, sir?" "Yes," said I, accidentally swallowing whole a nervine lozenge which Captain Leezur had given me. "This," said Captain Judah, with an expressive smile, as he opened another roll, "if you will excuse the egotism, refers to an experience of my own.
She stopped him with a haughty look. "An' in course," said he, "I don't know, neither. But it dews make me feel dreadful t' think I've started sech a rank bean-pole farm as this, when I've all'as told ye, my little gal, 't we'd ort'er use moderation" Captain Leezur wiped his blessed shining eyes "moderation in all things, even in passnips I have said an' neow I change it to bean-poles."
"Thar' 's three times," said Captain Leezur, "that I've had them bresh 'n' things all hove up into piles, 'n' every time the wind 's raked in and swep' 'em areound all over the farmimunt ag'in." "Perhaps, father," said Mrs.
How much more distinguished, after all, Captain Leezur, the spireless grave waiting down there in the little home lot by the sea. Since five-cent suppers do not enrich the donor, and the treasury of the United Burying Ground is permanently low. "Never mind, Dilly! crawl up agin. What ef ye did tunk onto yer little head; little gals' skulls is yieldin' and sof'."
"I hadn't observed any lack of increase in your amiable race, sir." "Ye hadn't, hadn't yer?" said Captain Pharo, in the voice of a smouldering volcano, laying a fresh match to his pipe. "Moderation," liquidly pealed in the voice of Captain Leezur "moderation 's the rewl "
By winks and insinuations of niggardliness, through Captain Rafe, father of Fluke, he was moved to take a nervine lozenge out of his pocket and display it temptingly before the sapient, immovable countenance of the collector. The latter, cold pipe in mouth, solemnly shook his head. "They dew come kind o' high, I know," said Captain Leezur, "but I'm all'as willin' to sheer 'em with a friend.
"Wal, thar' neow," said Captain Leezur, beaming with fond sympathy at the heavens, "sech folks dew help to parss away the time, amazin'." "'S I sums it up," said the impassively listening collector, "ef ye don't pass away some o' yer time on yer roads down here, ye'll break some o' yer d d necks." Renewed unresentful laughter from the group.
The tender, girlish light of her great eyes was on him; no kind look for me. "Vesty!" Captain Leezur whispered, but a whisper that could not be dark and secret to save itself; I heard: "why don't ye speak to major? Ye ain't spoke tew words tew him the hull endurin' evenin'." She darted a dark flash at him too. "Vesty!
She had a bright, disdainful look, when I chanced to glance that way, new to her, but quite befitting ah me! ah me! some lady one might dream of, of high, disdainful quality. "Ain't he a case neow to describe anything in natur'?" joyfully reiterated Captain Leezur to Uncle Coffin. Uncle Coffin, with his hands on his knees, shook his head at me, finding no words quite to the mark.
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