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"Oh, you talk about your fascinating beauties, Of your dem-O-zells, your belles, But the littil dame I met, while in the city, She's par excellaws the queen of all the swells. She's sweeter far " Margaret rose and jumped up and down repeatedly in a well-calculated area, whereupon the voice of Penrod cried chokedly, "QUIT that!" and there were subterranean coughings and sneezings.
"Well, you is right. You stop here an' git strong an' well. Me tell you stories 'bout Dick, or other mans if you likes. We'll have no fightin' to do. If there is, me take care of you. Me can doos a littil in that way." March opened his eyes very wide at this, and stared at the pretty little vision in leather, but there was no smile or sly wrinkle on her countenance.
Have you some particular business to transact, or do you merely desire a holiday?" "Bof," replied the Moor, with a mysterious smile. "I'se got finished the partikler bizziness of bein' spliced yesterdays, an' I wants littil holiday." "Indeed," said Mrs Langley in surprise, "you have been very quiet about it." "Ho yis, wery quiet." "Where is your bride, Ali? I should like so much to see her."
On the banks the moon's soff light was brightly streamun', Words of love I then spoke TO her. She was purest of the PEW-er: 'Littil sweetheart, do not sigh, Do not weep and do not cry. I will build a littil cottige just for yew-EW-EW and I."
She had once nursed the Wild Man through a severe illness, and knew what delirium was, and she began to suspect that her guest was beginning to give way. "Now, lie down," she said with an air of decision that was almost ludicrous in one so youthful. Yet March felt that he must obey. "Me will git meat ready. You sleep littil bit."
She was looking quite gravely and sedately into the iron pot, which she happened to be stirring at that moment. "Mary," he said, sitting down beside her, "Dick tells me you can read." "Yis, me can read littil. But me only got one book." She sighed slightly as she said this. "Would you like to have another book?" "Oh yis, very very much. Have you got one?"
"Ha!" exclaimed Ted, nodding his head gravely "well?" "Well, one night w'en we was all sleeperin' in port, in a 'ouse on shore, the press-gang comes round an' nabs the whole of us. We fight like lions. I knock seven men down, one before the tother, 'cause of bein' very strong, an' had learn to spar a littil. You know how to spar?"
Hold on a littil," said Rais Ali to his companion. Ted Flaggan had no objection to "hold on," for the sight of the ocean with its fresh breezes cooled his brow, and tended to turn his mind away from the horrible thoughts that filled it. While they are waiting, let you and me, reader, listen to the conclusion of the converse held between the bridegroom and father-in-law.
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