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He strode up to his wife, and stood over her like an angel of vengeance. His very lips were white with wrath. "Efter thirty years o' merried life, noo first to ken the wife o' my boasom for a messenger o' Sawtan!" he panted. "Gang oot o' my sicht, wuman!" She fell on her knees, and held up her two hands to him. "Think o' Jamie, Peter!" she pleaded. "I wad tyne my sowl for Jamie!"
I've said enough about them two boarders, but I believe it's all true. Their places is vacant, and I should be very glad to fill 'em with two gentlemen, or with a gentleman and his wife, or any respectable people, be they merried or single. I've heerd some talk about a friend of that gentleman's comin' to take his place.
At the King residence Amarilly saw the caretaker, who gave her a similar message regarding the lace waist. "I'll keep it," thought Amarilly with a shy little blush, "until I'm merried. It'll start my trousseau." She took the garments home, not mentioning to anyone the gift of the waist, however, for that was to be her secret her first secret.
Betsy Ann had grinned a great many times, and asked Polly over and over, "Where the presents all was?" and, "When I was to Miss Russell's, and Miss Sally was merried, the things come in with a rush, silver, and gold, and money, ever so much!" However, here Polly snubbed her, and told her to "shet up her head quick. Most of the presents was come long ago."
"A gran' feast was gotten ready, an' jist the meenute afore it was cairriet to the ha', the great bell o' the castel yowlt oot, an' a' the fowk o' the hoose was gaithered i' the coortyaird, an' oot cam the twa afore them, han' in han', declarin' themsel's merried fowk, the whilk, accordin' to Scots law, was but ower guid a merriage.
If I kin on'y keep dat till I sees my gal, Cleopatrick, how her eyes'll stick out!" he said, scratching his white wool in delight, while his eyes glistened. "Say that name again, will you?" murmured Jerry, gripping the arm of Frank as if taken suddenly ill. "Cleopatrick. Dat's my darter, suh. She merried a right smart nigger, an' he's got a barber shop up dar.
My sakes, he never done but one foolish thing, and that was when he merried his wife." "Tell us about her," said that inveterate gossip, Ajax. Mrs. Spafford sniffed. "I seen her once that was once too much fer me. One o' them lackadaisical, wear-a-wrapper-in-the-mornin', soft, pulpy Southerners. Pretty yes, in a spindlin', pink an' white soon-washed-out pattern, but without backbone.
Aqua fortis, says he, because you know that'll eat your insides out, if you get it too strong, and so you always mind how much you take. Next to that, says he, rum's the safest for a wise man, and small beer for a fool. I never mistrusted anything about him and that schoolmistress till I heerd they was keepin' company and was go'n' to be merried.
"But Lysander ain't my father; he's my brother-'n-law; he merried my sister." "I beg your pardon," returned the young man absently, running his eye along the stratum of rock in the ledge above them. "I believe he did tell me he was not your father." No one had ever begged Melissa's pardon before.
She had seen better days herself, and knew what it was never to want for anything. One of her cousins merried a very rich old gentleman, and she had heerd that he said he lived ten year longer than if he'd staid by himself without anybody to take care of him. There was nothin' like a wife for nussin' sick folks and them that couldn't take care of themselves.
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