"Lonesome?" repeated Alberdina, not moving from her ridiculous trunk. "I no time haf had for lonesomes. Many peoples to dis house come crazy peoples men and vimmen, hein? They haf my moneys took already yesterday! Ach, Gott! They haf me tied wid ropes. They have nogged and nogged in the night times. Dos vimmens, I hear the boice already yet. I no lig dees place. I to my home go bag to-day.
He had 'atteined to grait ritches, conquesit a prettie room within a lig to Geneva, and biggit thairon a trim house called "The Vilet." In 'the vilet, where Scrymgeour and his wife and daughter composed the household, Melville was always a welcome guest.
I've done wi' him and she's done wi' him. He's made his bed, and he mun lig on it." The Rector put up his hand sternly. "Don't! Mrs. Bateson. Those are words you'll repent when you yourself come to die. He has sinned toward you but remember! he's a young man still in the prime of life. He has suffered horribly and he has only a few hours or days to live.
It was the same with Murtagh and the Malay. "If we only had a sail," muttered the captain, with a sigh. "Sail, cappen lookee talpolin!" said Saloo, speaking in "pigeon English," and pointing to the tarpaulin in the bottom of the boat. "Why no him makee sail?" "Yis, indade; why not?" questioned the Irishman. "Comee, Multa! you help me; we step one oal it makee mass we lig him up little time."
The man, middle aged but prematurely old, stood still, trembling from head to foot. "My babe as wor born yesterday, deed this mornin'; an' they say t' wife 'ull lig beside it afore night." There was a sombre silence. Faversham broke it. "I must see the nurses," he said to Lydia; "but again, I beg of you to go! I will send you news." "I will wait for you. Don't be afraid. I won't go indoors."
All that he could call to mind was an owd nominy that he'd heerd t' lads an' lasses say when they were coomin' home fra schooil. He reckoned 'twere more like a bit o' fun nor a prayer, but all t' same, when he couldn't bethink him o' t' words his mother had larnt him, he started sayin' t' nominy, an' sang out, as loud as he could: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Bless the bed that I lig on.
"Nanny Pegler, get oop wi' ye!" cried a woman even older, but of tougher constitution. "Shame on ye to lig aboot so. Be ye browt to bed this toime o' loife?" "A wonderful foine babby for sich an owd moother," another proceeded with the elegant joke; "and foine swaddles too, wi' solid gowd upon 'em!"
I insisted on being provided instantly with a place of refuge, and means of repose. 'Whear the divil? began the religious elder. 'The Lord bless us! The Lord forgie us! Whear the hell wold ye gang? ye marred, wearisome nowt! Ye've seen all but Hareton's bit of a cham'er. There's not another hoile to lig down in i' th' hahse!
"I wish you would teach me a few things, Phoebe. I feel that I am very ignorant." "But I have never been to school," replied Phoebe in astonishment. "There are some things one doesn't learn at school," answered Billie. "You no lig I shall dos clothes coog?" asked Alberdina, the Monday after her arrival. "Boil, you mean?" corrected Miss Campbell. "Certainly.
'Are yo bad, 'Lias? 'Ay! said the old schoolmaster, in the voice of one speaking through a dream 'ay, varra bad, varra cold I mun lig me down a bit. And he rose feebly. David instinctively caught hold of him, and led him to a corner close by in the ruined walls, where the heather and bilberry grew thick up to the stones.