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Also I beg you that you and Brother Bartolomeo and Brother Tommaso and the Master should gather together in your hands the book, and any writing of mine that you might find, and do with them what you see will be most to the honour of God: you and Misser Tommaso too things in which I found some recreation.
"I've got to carve this turkey, friend," said the boy to Bolles. "I'll do my best to help eat it," returned the school-master, smiling. "Misser Dlake," said poor Sam, "I solly you. I velly solly you." "Reserve your sorrow, Sam," said Dean Drake. "Give us your soup for a starter. Come," he said to Bolles. "Quick."
"What secret is that?" asked Brown, peering at him intently through the dim light, where he swayed in the corner with every jolt of the taxi. "Sorry, m'dear fellow. Mussn' ask me that. Gotta tell Major n'no one else." "But I am the Major's confidential " "Sorry. You'll 'scuse me, 'm'sure. Can't talk Misser Brow! 'gret 'ceedingly 'cessity reticence. Unnerstan'?"
Sonya, his mother, Hullen R. J., "Lawwie" and "Misser Bangs" all going with him to the hos'tl it was almost too much pleasure! Samuel became slightly intoxicated. "He wants to sing," remarked Laurie, with masculine understanding of a fellow heart. "All right, old man," he encouraged. "How about that beautiful hymn I taught you at Bab's wedding?"
I felt as if the poor boy was lost when I saw him swept away from me, by them bloody spars striking adrift, and set him down as one gone from that moment. You've lost an A. No. 1. master, Mister Neb, I can tell you, and you may sarve a hundred before you fall in with his like ag'in." "I nebber sarve anoder gentleum; Misser Marble," returned the black; "dat as sartain as gospel.
Wait till to-morrow. Eve'thing proper. You no bodder, sar." "No bother, hey? Damned simple, ain't it?" swore the mate, striving to scrutinize the impassive gargoyle face above him. "No bodder. I know. My man, he see eve'thing. Schooner no can sail, hey? All ri'. Bring men here. To-morrow p'isen dat dog, I tell you. Misser Vand'see, he say so. He know all things, sar."
"Y-e-s," drawled out Simon, in a philanthropical tone of voice, "dat'e best way. What good it do to torment a fellow critter? If Misser Mulford run, why put him down run, and let him go, I say, on'y mulk his wages; but what good it do anybody to starve him? Now dis is my opinion, gentle'em, and dat is, dat starwation be wuss dan choleric.
Next day and every day "Misser Dlake" went gayly about his business, at his desk or on his horse, vigilant, near and far, with no sign save a steadier keenness in his eye. For the Christmas dinner he provided still further sending to the Grande Ronde country for turkeys and other things.
"No: he off riding. He take long, long rides, sometime gone all day. Sometime he go on lake, paddle, paddle in the morning, very, very early, in night when the moon shine; sometime stay in house, and read, and study, and write, he great scholar, Misser Kirkwood." "A good many books, has n't he?" "He got whole shelfs full of books.
On the whole, he was relieved from being a bride's-maid, a sufficiently pleasant thing, but having got along so well with Lucy, he volunteered to act in the same capacity to Chloe. The offer was refused, however, in the following classical language: "No, Misser Marble; colour is colour," returned Chloe. "You's white, and we's black.
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