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"No, no, no more; so be off." "Please to remember the coachman, ma'am, thirty miles!" "Leaves ye here, sir, if you please; goes no further, sir; thirty miles, ma'am; all the vay from Lunnun, sir."
It remained for the people of Darlford to determine whether he was mistaken. 'Never! exclaimed the mob. 'Millbank for ever! Rigby in the river! No niggers, no walets! 'Three groans for Rigby. 'His language ain't as purty as the Lunnun chap's, said a critic below; 'but he speaks from his 'art: and give me the man who 'as got a 'art. 'That's your time of day, Mr. Robinson.
"Measter," said I, "if I dunnot see her afore hoo goes, I'll strive to get up to Lunnun next Whissuntide, that I will. I'll not be baulked of saying her good-bye by any relations whatsomdever." But, bless yo', I knowed yo'd come. It were only for to humour the measter, I let on as if I thought yo'd mappen leave Milton without seeing me. 'You're quite right, said Margaret.
I never thought he would make his fortune; but the Avenels are a clever set. Do you remember poor Nora the Rose of Lansmere, as they called her? Ah, no, I think she went up to Lunnun afore your time, sir." "Humph!" said the parson, dryly. "Well, I think you may take away now. It will be dark soon, and I'll just stroll out and look about me." "There's a nice tart coming, sir."
"Ou, that's just what I said to Pate; if it like your honour, I'll tell you the very words; it's no worth making a lie for the matter 'Pate, said I, 'what ado had the lords and lairds and gentles at Lunnun wi' the carle and his walise?
Sugar the sauce, and it goes down glibly. Listen to me. I a learnt the secret on't. What was I, I pray you? Pennyless Aby! Wet and weary! And what am I now? A tell me that. Why I'm a worth But that's a nether here nor there, I tellee. And what may you be an you please? What should I a bin, an I ad had your settins out? Why Ide a bin what Ide a pleased. A dooke, mayhap; or a lord mayor of Lunnun?
I wish those Lunnun sparks would but leave the place: they do his honour no good, I'm thinking." "Not till two!" was the slow and mournful ejaculation. What a damper to her buoyant hopes: and Providence had seen fit to give her ill-success. Is it so? Prosperity may come in other shapes.
Dinnot let the weedur send her lattle boy to yan o' our school-measthers, while there's a harse to hoold in a' Lunnun, or a gootther to lie asleep in. Ar wouldn't mak' ill words amang my neeburs, and ar speak tiv'ee quiet loike.
Foote, of the Haymarket, had added some lines to a silly popular song entitled 'The Sights o' Lunnun', with which I was hailed at Mrs. Betty's fruit-stall in St. James's Street. Here is one of the verses: "In Maryland, he hunts the Fox From dewy Morn till Day grows dim; At Home he finds a Paradox, From Noon till Dawn the Fox hunts him." Charles Fox laughed when he heard it.
"Sent the best home two hours ago; one weighed three pounds, on the faith of a man; indeed, I'm satisfied now; time to give up;" and the Corporal began to disjoint his rod. "Ah, Sir!" said he, with a half sigh, "a pretty river this, don't mean to say it is not; but the river Lea for my money. You know the Lea? not a morning's walk from Lunnun.
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