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"Lud a mercy," quoth I, Thomas, "I will perpend, Master Conscience" and I set myself to eschew the evil deed, with all my might. But Conscience the Younger whom I will take leave to call by Quashie's appellative hereafter, Conshy is a funny little fellow, and another guess sort oft a chap altogether.
"Sir Percy!..." gasped Chauvelin, as an awful thought seemed suddenly to flash across his fevered brain. "Lud, sir, you are astonishing!" said Sir Percy, taking a very much crumpled sheet of paper from the capacious pocket of his elegant caped coat, and holding it close to Chauvelin's horror-stricken gaze.
"She's the skipper's only daughter this 'ere craft, the 'Angelina Dobbs, is named after her and he'll foot the bill like a lud." The surgeon did his best, and was liberally paid out of the three hundred pounds which Mrs. Denover had found in the bosom of Harriet's dress. But for days and weeks she lay very ill ill unto death delirious, senseless.
Halting outside the inn, Bloodworthy relates that his Majesty was immediately struck by a winsome face at an upper window. "Lud!" he cried laconically, and dismounted, taking several dogs from his hat as he did so, and one from his pocket; for he was devoted to animals, Bloodworthy goes on to say, and often spent days stroking their soft ears abstractedly.
Still matters get talked over at the 'Cow. Oi hears it said as many of the lads in the village has been wishing to leave King Lud since the work was put out, but they have had messages as how any man turning traitor would be put out of the way. It's been somewhat like that from the first, and more nor half of them as has joined has done so because they was afeared to stand out.
He had a very tender heart, had the old judge, where a young and pretty woman was concerned otherwise he was a Tartar. "My lud, it is absolutely necessary to prove that my client's passion was reciprocated. Did you ever return one of these many kisses, Miss Trevethick?" "Yes, Sir." "Did you ever meet him alone at night in a place, I believe, called the Fairies' Bower?" "Yes, Sir."
This name was corrupted into that of Caerlunda, and again in time, by change of language, into Londres. Lud, when he died, was buried in this town, near that gate which is yet called in Welsh, Por Lud in Saxon, Ludesgate.
"Thanks to you, my lord, and to your friends, so I've heard it said," said Mr. Jellyband. But in a moment Lord Antony's hand fell warningly on mine host's arm. "Hush!" he said peremptorily, and instinctively once again looked towards the strangers. "Oh! Lud love you, they are all right, my lord," retorted Jellyband; "don't you be afraid. I wouldn't have spoken, only I knew we were among friends.
"Come here, Ivy," said the old man; "your mother's been a-slanderin' you; says you don't know nothin'." Ivy knelt before him, rested her arms on his knees, and turned upon him a pair of palpably roguish eyes. "Father, it is an awful slander. I do know a sight." "Lud, child, yes! I knew you did. No more you don't want to marry John Herricks, do you?" "Oh, Daddy Geer! O h h!"
Ludgate, freshly built, and adorned with new figures to represent the fabulous King Lud, was not yet closed for the night; and the party came forth beyond the walls, with the desolate Moorfields to their left, and before them a number of rising villages clustered round their churches.
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