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Las spling me hiyu sclub, hiyu wash, hiyu sweep undeh bed. All light now." "All right for man; no good for woman," Casey explained. "Two lady come stop, Feng." "Ho!" said Feng, adjusting his mind to a new situation. "You and Tom mally him?" "No," Casey responded. "One married already. Ladies all same my friends, Feng." "No good." Feng announced with certainty. "Woman fliend no good.
Slowly he raised one foot, then the other, to have his shoes untied, slowly turned himself that Mally might unfasten his apron. All the time he talked. Mally thought she had never known him ask so many questions, or take so much time about every thing. "What makes the wall pink?" he said. "It never is 'cept just at bedtime." "It's the sun." "Why doesn't the sun make it that color always?"
Mally, just feel here.... Isn't he a hog! ..." "Just like a blooming drum," replied the other, prodding judicially. Over their heads the tireless voice of the gramophone trumpeted forth its song. The Sub who had kept the Middle Watch the night before, slept the sleep of the tired just. The door opened and a Junior Midshipman entered hot-foot. "Letters," he shouted. "Any letters to be censored?
Barebeard and Mally, who by a sudden accident, without much wooing, were gotten together, and their first Bane of matrimony was published; but falling out, they called one another all the names that they could reap together; nay it run so high, that they would discharge each other of their promises, and resolved to go to the Bishop & crave that they might have liberty to forbid the Banes themselves, which hapned so.
James's Hall, and Anderson had retired to bed to nurse his cold. Malcolm confided the whole story of his escapade to Anna, and she had wept with grief and dismay. "Oh, Mally, how wicked of Charles to take you!" she sobbed. "I never did think he looked quite good. Mother would be so angry and unhappy if she knew; she says theatres are not good for young people."
"Thou's bin laikin' agean, thou gert good-for-nowt," was her usual greeting for Job on these occasions. "Ay, ay, lass," he would reply; "I've addled nowt all t' day. But thou promised, when we wed, to tak me for better or worse; an' if t' worse wasn't t' hounds, it would happen be hosses or drink. Sithee, Mally, I've browt thee a two-three snowdrops; thou can wear 'em o' Sunday."
I would say, and my mother would smooth my hair lovingly with her thin white hand and answer: "No, indeed, I couldn't do without my little Mally." And then my little bird-like beak would rise proudly in the air.
His sermons have a ring in them, says Ephraim; they wake you up, Old John Oakley complains that he can't nap nigh so comfortable as when th' old Vicar were there; and Mally Crosthwaite says she never heard such goings on why, th' parson asked her if she were a Christian! she that had always kept to her church, rain and shine, and never missed once! and it was hard if she were to miss the Christmas dole this year, along o' not being a Christian.
"Here," said I, "lead me where I told you, and keep your foul mouth shut!" He did not wholly obey me, for, though he no more addressed me directly, he very impudent sang at me as he went in a manner of innuendo, and with an exceedingly ill voice and ear "As Mally Lee cam doun the street, her capuchin did flee, She cuist a look ahint her to see her negligee.
Betsy Beauty shrieked and Nessy bellowed, whereupon Aunt Bridget came racing from her parlour, while my mother, white and trembling, halted to the door of her room. "Mally, Mally, what have you done?" cried my mother, but Aunt Bridget found no need of questions.
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