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She was crippled with rheumatis, and walked on crutches, and hadn't a tooth in her head. She was just doubled up like a tall nigger in a short bed. "'Oh, Lord, Missus, said Plutarch, 'hab mercy on dis sinner, O dear Missus, O lubly Missus, oh hab mercy on dis child. "'Tankee, Missus, said Cloe. 'God bless you, Missus, I is quite appy now.
I really did not have the heart to tell him that I was not solely responsible that I had, so to speak, collaborators; but Lubly stood ready always to accord me a proper amount of recognition for everything that happened on that ship. Only the next day, I think it was, I asked him where we were. This occurred on deck.
The trouble all originated when Rastus had sneaked up to a small penguin while the professor was busy extracting an egg from a nest, and with a cry of: "Oh, you lubly lilly chickin, ah hev yo fer supper, sho nuff," had grabbed the creature.
"I ain't prepared ter say ezzactly," replied Clo, "but I tink she's gwine crossways wid marster and dat lubly angel, Miss Elsie. Dar's a syrup fur ye! She nebber gubs a pusson orders widout eben lookin' at 'em she ain't so high and mighty dat de ground ain't good 'nuff for her ter walk on!
"Sich subjects, Miss Clorinda, is not fit for yer lubly lips," said Dolf; "don' gib dem houseroom, I begs." "Mr. Dolf," returned Clorinda, with a severity that pierced like a warning through the elation of Lothario's brain; "don' try none ob dem flightinesses wid me; I ain't one ob dat sort." "What sort?" asked Victoria.
Mole one day surprised him at a sly tipple in the grounds of the villa, and he knew it to his sorrow. Suddenly popping round the corner, Chloe emptied the contents of a pail over his luckless head. "Thar, you teetottler! you banderhoper, you good templar! Take a leetle tiddy drop of water with your rum; makes lubly grog well mixed, yah, yah!"
"Yes, Lucy is a pretty girl, Such lubly hands and feet, When her toe is in the Market-house, Her heel is in Main Street. "Oh take your time, Miss Lucy, Miss Lucy, Lucy Long, Rock de cradle, Lucy, And listen to de song."
"Hallo, Geo'ge!" exclaimed the negro, "what you bin up to makin' picturs?" "Only a little sketch," said Foster, holding it up. "A skitch!" repeated Peter, grasping the letter, and holding it out at arm's length with the air of a connoisseur, while he compared it with the original. "You call dis a skitch? Well! I neber see de like ob dis no, neber. It's lubly.
You couldn't git ober de mountain-tops 'cept you had wings, an' you couldn't climb ober de pres'pisses 'cep you was a monkey or a skirl though it am bery lubly, no doubt." The negro's comments were strictly correct, though somewhat uncouthly expressed.
He had just answered a lady who wanted to know whether we should have good weather on the day we landed at Fishguard and whether we should get in on time. Without a moment's hesitation he told her; and then he turned to me with the air of giving credit where credit is due, and said: "Thank you, sir we are just off the Banks, thank you." Lubly ran true to form.
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