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'If I wasna teetotal, Willie added in a burst of generosity, 'I wud stan' ye a drink. Macgregor to Christina I was looking for your letter the whole of yesterday, but it did not come till this morning at 8.35 a.m., and I am sorry to say it is not near as nice as I expected. Some parts is niceish, but others is rotten.
"Yes, she's a niceish girl," he drawled meditatively, "rather foolish and ignorant, though, I think. You see, she is a visitor up here, this Auckland person; and we are bound to be hospitable and attentive, and to put up with her whims." His auditors assented to this, but intimated that they were not bound to put up with Miss Cityswell's arrogance, and did not intend to.
Niceish sort of young woman; knew the Trenchards up here, was a kind of cousin of Lady Trenchard's. In fact, she was going on to them from here; but not due for a week or so. She had, you might say, asked to be asked, or spelled for it out of those eyes of hers. You get awfully friendly on board ship, you must know. You can say anything and do most things oh, all sorts of things!
And then he stood away a little, eyeing him from the side, and taking in a general idea of the form and make of the whole. "He seems to stand over a little, I think," said the parson. "It's the lie of the ground. Move him about, Bob. There now, let him stand there." "He's not perfect," said Mark. "I don't quite like his heels; but no doubt he's a niceish cut of a horse." "I rather think he is.
"That's a niceish nag you gave Frank this morning," he said to his uncle. "I was looking at him before dinner. He is a Monsoon, isn't he?" "Well I can't say I know how he was bred," said the squire. "He shows a good deal of breeding." "He's a Monsoon, I'm sure," said the Honourable John. "They've all those ears, and that peculiar dip in the back. I suppose you gave a goodish figure for him?"
Besides, she's really a niceish sort of a body enough, a tidyish little soul in her way, and you're a gay widower so who knows?" And home went Dick, chuckling all the way, partly at his own good management, partly at the new idea which his quick fancy had started. About a fortnight after, I had occasion to drive into Belford, attended as usual by master Richard. The bells of St.
The men of the hunt Charley Slapp, Lumpleg, Guano, Crane, Washball, and others lauded and magnified it into something magnificent; while Fossick, Fyle, Wake, Blossomnose, and others of the 'Flat Hat Hunt, pronounced it a niceish thing a pretty burst; and Mr.
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