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Jonson's assurance forsook him for a moment, but he lost no time in regaining a quality which was so natural to his character. I know none of your Mr. Jonsons, and I never set my eyes upon you before." "Lookye, my dear Mr.
"I've been trying to make out his face and Tomati's among the prisoners, but I can't see either." "More can't I, Mas' Don. It's a werry bad job. Lookye yonder now." Don was already looking, for a great deal of excited business was going on below, where the victorious tribe was at work, going and coming, and bringing down loads of plunder taken from the various huts.
'Indeed I am consoled now and sleep without a tear, * And all that happened slandering tongues have whispered in mine ear: My heart obeyed my hest and soon forgot thy memory, * And learnt mine eyelids 'twas the best to live in severance sheer: He lied who said that severance is a bitterer thing than gall: * It never disappointed me, like wine I find it cheer: I learnt to hate all news of thee, e'en mention of thy name, * And turn away and look thereon with loathing pure and mere: Lookye!
Take your strokes long, and slow as you can." "That's what I'm doing, Jem, but do you think it's much further?" "Now, lookye here, Mas' Don; if ever there was a good-tempered chap it was I mean is Jem Wimble; but if you gets talking like that, you aggravates me to such a degree that I must speak." Jem spoke angrily, and with unwonted excitement in his manner. "Is it much furder, indeed?
"Lookye here, Jemmy," said the sailor who had first spoken, "you'll get your back scratched, you will, if you don't get up when you're told. This here's a officer." "Not he," grumbled the man sleepily. "He ar'n't no officer, I know. Going to sleep, I tell you." "Get up, sir," cried Hilary sharply. "I am an officer." "Bah! get out. Only officer of a merchant ship. You ar'n't no reg'lar officer."
"Not if we want to save them down at the village." "Well, but do we want to save 'em, Mas' Don? They're all werry well, but " "And have been very kind to us, Jem. We must warn them of danger." "But, lookye here, Mas' Don, s'pose it arn't danger. Pretty pair o' Bristol noodles we shall look, lying down at the bottom here, with all our legs and arms broke for nothing at all."
And then, backed and sustained by royal authority, those hated things stole in upon them 'the insolence of office, the proud man's contumely, the oppressor's wrong. This, lookye, besides the particular matter of taxation without representation; of being bid to obey laws they have no hand in making; of having a set of masters, three thousand miles away, and not one of their own land or their own choosing, order them to do thus and so: why, 'twere the very soul and essence of slavery to submit!
"Sailors won't take me don't want cripples to go aloft. Lookye here, Mas' Don, there's a leg." As he spoke, the great idle-looking fellow limped slowly, with an exaggerated display of lameness, to and fro past the door of the office. "Get out, Mike," said Don, as the man stopped. "I believe that's nearly all sham." "That's a true word, Mas' Don," cried Jem. "He's only lame when he thinks about it.
P'r'aps I've got a word or two to say as well." Don had not realised it before, but as he followed Jem, he suddenly woke to the fact that he did not feel so weak and giddy, while, by the time he was on deck, it as suddenly occurred to him that he could eat some breakfast. "I thought as much," said Jem. "Lookye there, Mas' Don. Did you ever see such a miserable sneak?"
I'm made of a different bit o' stuff to that. I say, lookye here, Master Carey; I bleeve it's all flam and bunkum. He aren't got no magazine to fire, or else he aren't got no pluck to do it. There won't be no blow up, and we're a-going to face it with a bit o' British waller, eh?" "Yes, Bob, we must face it," replied Carey. "That's right, sir; then we'll do it comf'table and like men.
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