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Grandfather Locke went away in the same yellow-bottomed chaise a week after, and returned in a few days with a tall lady of fifty by his side "Marm Tamor," a twig of the Morgeson tree, being his third cousin, whom he had married. This marriage was Grandfather Locke's last mistake. He was then near eighty, but lived long enough to fulfill his promises to father.
"Can't, marm," replied Jemima, "they be all begged and crumbed, with their tails in their mouths." "Vell, then, never mind, Jemima," replied the lady. "Don't put your finger into the parrot's cage, my love he's apt to be cross with strangers. Mr Handycock will be home at four o'clock, and then we shall have our dinner. Are you fond of viting?"
"Don't say I'm here, marm, and I'll help your husband, if they catch him. Tell them he has gone off to be absent a week." "He'd be absent more'n thet if he knowed them fellers was arter him." The woman moved towards the front door, and Tom through the back door; but as he was about to pass into the garden, he caught a glimpse of one of the graybacks in the rear of the house.
Why, they ain't a harder-workin' woman in the hull State of Ioway than she is" "Except Marm Councill." "Except nobody. Look at her, jest skin and bones." Councill chuckled in his vast way. "That's so, mother; measured in that way, she leads over you. You git fat on it." She smiled a little, her indignation oozing away. She never "could stay mad," her children were accustomed to tell her.
Uncle Henry warned him: "Now, Rafe, you're too big for your Marm or me to shingle your pants; but Tom's likely to lick you some day for your cutting up and I sha'n't blame him. Just because he's slow to wrath, don't you get it in your head that he's afraid, or that he can't settle your hash in five minutes."
"`That was very likely, marm, said I. `In case I might have fallen in with him, may I be so bold to ask his name? "The lady, as I had a curious feeling she would, told me my own name, and then I knew for certain that she was my youngest sister Mary, the only one of the family who pitied me when others had cast me off.
I believe Marm Parraday's on the rampage," exclaimed Joe Bodley, with a silly smile on his face. The door from the hall flew open. In the dusky opening the woman's lean and masculine form looked wondrous tall; her hollow eyes burned with unnatural fire; her thin and trembling lips writhed pitifully.
"Go to sleep, dear; you need it." The hide-out stood gazing nervously at the ground. "Do you feel better?" she asked, approaching him. "You are to sleep next to your father, I believe." "Yes, marm," he stammered awkwardly; "I'm warm. Thank ye for the supper I ain't hongry no more." She nodded good night and went back to her blanket next to Margaret.
The man told me the body was so broken and disfigured that nobody could recognize the features and the clothing was torn all off it. "I don't know what marm and the boys will do to me if they find me," wailed Hatfield, who seemed to be more afraid of the rough usage of his big half-brothers than anything else.
'Marm Lisa could hardly be received in the schools, Mary told the listening neophytes one afternoon when they were all together.
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