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I know when anybody likes me, and when anybody doesn't. Lady Danby didn't like me, and she give a sneery laugh when she called me a protege, and when you weren't looking that chap made an offer at me with the black cane he carried, that one with a silver top and black tassels." "Did he?" "Didn't he just! I only wish he had. I'd ha' given him such a oner.
"It ain't no sort o' night," he said, "to go lookin' for a bed. Let's go an' speak to my old woman: she's a oner at contrivin'." He lived over the stable, and they had but to go up the stair. Mrs Merton sat by the fire. A cradle with a baby was in front of it.
As he spoke, the noble stranger slipped off the driving seat without troubling the cabman to stop his jerking crawl, and he did it so well that I had no chance of observing his nimble face or form. "You are disappointed," said the Major, which was the last thing I would have confessed. "You may see that man ten thousand times, and never be able to swear to him. Ha! ha! he is a oner!"
All the coachmen know me here, and I them. I've driven alone dozens of times. Good-night. Good-night, Mr. Crayford." She almost pushed Alston out of the carriage in her excitement. She was now burning with impatience to be with Claude. "Good-night, good-night!" she called, waving her hands as the horses moved forward. "She's a oner," said Crayford.
The man shrank back involuntarily from Brandon's vindictive forehead and kindled eyes; but with the cunning peculiar to low vice, answered, though in a humbler tone, "And vet good vill that do your 'oner? If so be as how you scrags I, will that put your vorship in the vay of finding he?"
It was Johnson's finger diverted his eyes to the crucial place in the prayer-book to which they had come. "Wiltou lover, cumfer, oner, keeper sickness and health..." "Say 'I will." Mr. Polly moistened his lips. "I will," he said hoarsely. Miriam, nearly inaudible, answered some similar demand. Then the clergyman said: "Who gifs Worn married to this man?" "Well, I'm doing that," said Mr.
"The doctor," cried Jem-y-Lord. "The doctor at last. Wait, sir, wait," and he ran downstairs. "Here you are," cried Pete, coming to the bedside, glass in hand. "Drink it up, boy. It'll stiffen you. My faith, but it's a oner. Aw, God is good, though. He's all that. He's good tremenjous." Pete was laughing; he was crying; he was tasting a new sweetness the sweetness of being a good man again.
Some one appeared, and the light of a street lamp fell full on his face. "Dash it all," muttered Mazeroux, "it's he!" "I believe you're right." "It's he. Chief. Look at the black stick and the bright handle. And did you see the eyeglasses and the beard? What a oner you are, Chief!" "Calm yourself and let's go after him."
Sin Saxon opened wide her great, wondering, saucy blue eyes, and turned them full upon Miss Craydocke's face. "Well, you are a oner! as somebody in Dickens says. There's no such thing as a leading question for you. It's like the rope the dog slipped his head out of, and left the man holding fast at the other end, in touching confidence that he was coming on. I saw that once on Broadway.
Yes, suh, Mose he's moughty low down, en' ter dis yer day he ain' never got over Marse Nick Burr's ous'in' you en Miss Euginny outer de cheer you all oughter had down yonder at de cap'tol. I ain' got much use fer Marse Nick myse'f. He's monst'ous hard on po' folks. I ain' been able to rent out mo'n oner my rooms sence he's been down dar.
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