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Lors, I think the moths an' the mildew was sent by Providence o' purpose to cheapen the goods a bit for the good-lookin' women as han't got much money. If it hadn't been for the moths, now, every hankicher on 'em 'ud ha' gone to the rich, handsome ladies, like you, mum, at five shillin' apiece, not a farthin' less; but what does the moth do?
"Well, Bob, I'm sure he'll be indebted to you, whatever he becomes; he said so himself only the other night, when he was talking of you." "Eh, Miss, that's his way o' takin' it. But I think the more on't when he says a thing, because his tongue doesn't overshoot him as mine does. Lors! I'm no better nor a tilted bottle, I ar'n't, I can't stop mysen when once I begin.
"Well, then," said Bob, whose keenness saw at once what was implied, "I'll tell you what I get by't, an' it's money in my pocket in the end, I make myself look big, wi' makin' a bigger purchase. That's what I'm thinking on. Lors! I'm a 'cute chap, I am." "Mr. Glegg, Mr.
An' when there's the Laceham goods, lors! they're made o' purpose for folks as want to send out a little carguy; light, an' take up no room, you may pack twenty pound so as you can't see the passill; an' they're manifacturs as please fools, so I reckon they aren't like to want a market. An' I'd go to Laceham an' buy in the goods for Mr. Tom along wi' my own.
Laudersdale and Helen Heath had crept down the stairs during this dialogue, and now stood interested spectators of the scene. Mrs. McLean came running down behind them. "Forgotten me, Capua?" said she. "Lors, Miss Kate!" he replied, scraping his foot and pulling off his hat, "Cap never f'gets his friends, though you've growed. How d'ye do, Miss Kate?" "Nicely, thank you. And how's your wife?"
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Then clasping her hands and raising her eyes to heaven, she fervently ejaculated: "Thank God oh, thank God that we are safe!" "Lors, miss, was we in danger?" "We are not now at any rate, Pitapat! Come along!" said Capitola, hurrying across the lawn toward the open fields. "Oh, my goodness, miss, where is yer-a-goin' of?
But Bob stemmed the injured lady's outburst. "Ay, mum," he said admiringly, "you know what's what you do. An' it's nothing but fair. You see how the first bit of a job answers, an' then you'll come down handsome. Lors, it's a fine thing to hev good kin.
"But, I say, Bob," said Tom, in a tone of deliberation, "ferrets are nasty biting things, they'll bite a fellow without being set on." "Lors! why that's the beauty on 'em. If a chap lays hold o' your ferret, he won't be long before he hollows out a good un, he won't." At this moment a striking incident made the boys pause suddenly in their walk.
But lors! mum, you know what it is better nor I do, you can see through them shopmen, I'll be bound." "Yes, I reckon I can, and through the packmen too," observed Mrs.
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