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"Lord luv' a duck, this time I've got 'em for sure!" he groaned. His lower jaw dropped, he stared unblinkingly, and purple veins bulged crookedly on his seamed forehead. He was bereft of the power of movement. He stood stock-still, blocking the narrow gangway. "Good morning, Mr. Watts. You remember me, don't you?" said Iris, showing by her manner that she wished to pass him.
"Lord luv' a duck!" he shouted. "Can't any of ye lend a hand? Cheer O, maties 'ere's a bit more The brig was becalmed in a sea like glass, An' it gev' us all the creeps, O, Wen the sun went down like a ball o' brass, An' the pirate rigged 'is sweeps "
Equally daring but no less effective was the rendering of a limited but dramatic conversation between the parties by the aid of emotional balloons attached to their mouths like a visible gulp bearing the respective legends: "I luv you," "O my," and "You git!"
I luv my children, and never mistake another man's wife for my own. I'm not a member of any meetin house, but firmly bel'eve in meetin houses, and shouldn't feel safe to take a dose of laudnum and lay down in the street of a village that hadn't any, with a thousand dollars in my vest pockets. My temperament is billious, altho' I don't owe a dollar in the world.
The lone listener had a bitter thought, though it was a longing, rather than a thought. For the first time in his life he wished that he had adopted the profession of dentistry. "Geev a-mee the righ to luv va-yew ALL the wile, My worrrlda for AIV-vorr, The sunshigh NUV vyewr-ra-smile!" She sprang up eagerly; he whirled her away, and the whole place fluctuated in the dance once more.
I hae seen her gang by the window wi' him, an' spiered at Watty wha he was." "I don't like Wat's telling tales of Mary." "He dinna, Davvit, till I pit it tae him. He canna bear the tawpie, and doesna like to hae her p'inted oot as his sister. A body canna blame the laddie. It's a heap better than his fa'in' in luv wi' her." "Perhaps it is," groaned Isabel.
An now I am goin to heer they say. "Deer Janis, see if my echo is thar. Yu no my echo that is the way techur says to spell it. If my echo is waitn tell it I am comin' to heer it again. And I luv you lots and lots, deer Janis. I will show you how much when I com home to father and Pokton. no moar at prasens, from your little Lottie."
Hannah and me and the young uns and Sally will awl be so glad to see you and you can role in clover awl day if you like. And now I have ralely no more noose to tell you; only that I rote this letter awl outen my own hed without Hannah helpin of me. Dont you think as Ime improvin? Hannah and the little uns and Sally jine me in luv to you mi deer Ishmael.
I luv the Union it is a Big thing and it makes my hart bleed to see a lot of ornery peple a-movin heaven no, not heaven, but the other place and earth, to bust it up. Toe much good blud was spilt in courtin and marryin that hily respectable female the Goddess of Liberty, to git a divorce from her now.
This was how the smith concluded his ill-spelt note: "Look out for M'Adam i tell you i know hel tri at thowd un afore cup day failin im you if the ole dog's bete i'm a ruined man i say so for the luv o' God keep yer eyes wide." The Master read the letter, and handed it to the postman, who perused it carefully.
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