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"'She's been to a music-'all with Bill, ses the cook. 'We saw 'em. "'WOT? ses the cap'n, falling back again. 'It can't be! "'It was them, ses my wife. 'A little boy brought me a note telling me. You let me go; it's my husband, and I want to talk to 'im. "'It's all right, I ses, waving my 'and at Miss Lamb, wot was going to speak, and smiling at my missis, wot was trying to get at me.
"I should not enter, ladies," says Our Missis, "on the revolting disclosures I am about to make, if it was not in the hope that they will cause you to be yet more implacable in the exercise of the power you wield in a constitutional country, and yet more devoted to the constitutional motto which I see before me," it was behind her, but the words sounded better so, "'May Albion never learn!"
But I'll give it him when he comes back." The man turned to go; he durst not trust himself to speak in Jem's justification. But she would not let him off. She stood between him and the door, as she said "Yo shall not go till yo've told me what he's after. I can see plain enough you know, and I'll know too, before I've done." "You'll know soon enough, missis!" "I'll know now, I tell ye.
"And he says that the prayer-meeting hinders the work, Jem?" "Clar, missis, Mass' Ed'ards got long head; he see furder den me," Jem said, shaking his own head as, if the whole thing were beyond him. I let him go. But a day or two after I attacked Margaret on the subject. She and Jem, I knew, were particular friends. Margaret was oracular and mysterious, and looked like a thunder cloud.
"Ef you please, sir," said Anne again, who felt absolutely certain that she had now made the fortune of her family, and who thought that that fact ought to be recognised "ef you please, sir, 'tis but right as you should know as my missis's mother have long bin dead. My missis as is her living model is away, and won't be back afore Thursday.
He had never fainted in his life, but the feeling was upon him now a deadly sickness, a swaying of the earth. The porter suddenly gave a little cry. "If I'm not a born idiot!" he exclaimed, drawing a bottle from the pocket of his coat with his disengaged hand. "There's whisky here. I was taking it home to the missis for her rheumatism. Now, then."
"I've been in my lodgings thirteen years." "I know," said Mr. Teak; "but I've got a partikler reason for wanting you. Our lodger, Mr. Dunn, left last week, and I only thought of you yesterday. I mentioned you to my missis, and she was quite pleased. You see, she knows I've known you for over twenty years, and she wants to make sure of only 'aving honest people in the 'ouse.
One of my kid's jokes. Not much of a joke I guess, but he's always ringin' 'em in." "You have a son, Mr. Sleighter? He's in Alberta now?" "No, the missis and the kids, three of them, are in Winnipeg. She got tired of it out there; she was always wantin' the city, so I gave in." "I hear it's a beautiful country out there." "Now you're talkin', ma'am." She had touched Mr.
"'Tis h'our drawing-rooms, please, sir; and ef you'll please jest come inter the 'all I'll run and tell missis." Hinton did so; and in another moment the maid, returning, asked him to step this way. This way led him into a dingy little parlor, and face to face with a young woman who, pale, self-possessed, and ladylike, rose to meet him. Hinton felt the color rising to his face at sight of her.
"Oh yes, I know dat, Massa Osman; but womans can never be trusted wid t'ings ob importance, 'specially black womans! But ob course if you not 'fraid ob Missis Lilly, I a'n't 'fraid ob her lettin' de secret out. I darsay she's as good a creetur as de best ob 'um." This readiness to give in was a politic stroke.
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