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Aw connot stur a fut fur folks as knaws mo, and knaws mo name, and knaws what aw be after. Lonnon is a dreedfu' plaze. Aw mun geet mo lass to whoam. Yo'll mind th' shop till th' maister cooms back. War. You'd better stop. The man will be back directly. You're too suspicious. Tho. Nea, maister, thae'rt wrung theer. Aw've trusted too mich a theawsand times too mich. War.
"I be thinking," continued Master Chuter, "of a gentlemen as draad out that mare of my father's that ran in the mail. You remember the coaches, Daddy Angel?" "Ay, ay, Master Chuter. Between Lonnon and Exeter a ran. Fine days at the Heart of Oak, then, Master Chuter." "He weren't a sign-painter, that I knows on.
Oh, that foolish fancy of yours about my young Lord? A prudent woman like you! stuff! I am glad my little beauty is gone to Lonnon, out of harm's way." "John, John, John! No harm could ever come to my Nora. She 's too pure and too good, and has too proper a pride in her, to " "To listen to any young lords, I hope," said John; "though," he added, after a pause, "she might well be a lady too.
Hoo cud ye speir sic a queston, laddie? 'He maun be sair changed, grannie. He maun be turnin' auld by this time. 'Auld! Sic like 's yersel, laddie. Hoots, hoots! ye're richt. I am forgettin'. But nanetheless wad I ken him. 'I wis I kent what he was like. I saw him ance hardly twise, but a' that I min' upo' wad stan' me in ill stead amo' the streets o' Lonnon. 'I doobt that, returned Mrs.
'Awa' in Englan' maistly aboot Lonnon, I'm thinkin'. That's the place for a' by-ordinar fowk, they tell me. 'Hoo lang is 't sin he deid? 'I dinna ken. A hunner year or twa, I s' warran'. It's a lang time. But I'm thinkin' fowk than was jist something like what they are noo.
G. You ought to have asked that outside. How did you get in? Th. By th' dur-hole. Iv yo leave th' dur oppen, th' dogs'll coom in. Col. G. I must speak to Martha again. She will leave the street-door open! Well, you needn't look so frightened. It ain't a robbers' cave. Th. That be more'n aw knaw not for sartin sure, maister. Nobory mun keawnt upon nobory up to Lonnon, they tells mo.
An' I'm thinkin' it winna be lang or I hae a grup o' her. I'm gaein' back to Lonnon in twa days or three. 'Dinna gang till I'm deid. Bide an' haud the deevil aff o' me. He has a grup o' my hert noo, rivin' at it wi' his lang nails as lang 's birds' nebs. 'I'll bide wi' ye till we see what can be dune for ye. What's the maitter wi' ye? I'm a doctor noo.
"But you will be home before Jane and her husband Mark come? How ever she could marry a common carpenter!" "Yes," said John, "he is a carpenter; but he has a vote, and that strengthens the family interest. If Dick was not gone to Amerikay, there would be three on us. But Mark is a real good Blue! A Lonnoner, indeed! a Yellow from Lonnon beat my Lord and the Blues! Ha, ha!" "But, John, this Mr.
"Of confiding to me 'is 'opes " said Adam slowly, finding it much harder to frame his well-meaning falsehood than he had supposed, "his H-O-P-E-S 'opes, Miss Anthea, of settling down very soon, an' of marryin' a fine young lady as 'e 'as 'ad 'is eye on a goodish time, 'aving knowed her from childhood's hour, Miss Anthea, and as lives up to Lonnon " "Yes Adam!"
"Well, that same pretty girl and I will uphold her the prettiest betwixt Paul's and the Bar she is to be wedded to your Lord Glenvarloch, with a pestilence on him!" "That is impossible," said Richie; "it is raving nonsense, man they make April gouks of you cockneys every month in the year The Lord Glenvarloch marry the daughter of a Lonnon mechanic!
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