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"I don't want to see an old 'ooman asleep," he muttered, but he let the strong hand lead him forward. Bet pushed back the screen, and drew him close to the bed. "Wake her if you can," she said, and her eyes blazed into his. Granger looked. There was no mistaking what he saw. "My God!" he murmured. "Bet, you shouldn't have done it you shouldn't have broke it to me like this!" He trembled all over.
Now, you may consider yourself pretty well up in the affairs of the Post-Office." The old 'ooman, awaking at this point with a start, hurled the cat under the grate, and May laughingly led Miss Lillycrop into her little boudoir. A bosom friend is a pleasant possession. Miss Lillycrop had one. She was a strong-minded woman. We do not say this to her disparagement.
Does Miss Tippet live here?" "She does, boy, what d'ye want with her?" "I want to see her, young 'ooman, so you'd better cut away up an' tell her a gen'lm'n requests a few words private conversation with her."
I got there all right, an' was sittin' in the hall chattin' wi' the head man Macdonell they called him about the trade and the Injuns. Macdonell's two little child'n was playin' about, a boy an' a girl, as lively as kittens, an' his wife a good-lookin' young 'ooman was lookin' arter 'em, when the door opens, and in stalks a long-legged Injun. It was Wapaw.
Thanks be to the Lord no motors can ever come into Weircombe, they tears round an' round by another road, an' we neither sees, 'ears, nor smells 'em, for which I often sez to my wife 'O be joyful in the Lord all ye lands; serve the Lord with gladness an' come before His presence with a song! An' she ups an' sez 'Don't be blaspheemous, Twitt, I'll tell parson' an' I sez 'Tell 'im, old 'ooman, if ye likes! An' when she tells 'im, 'e smiles nice an' kind, an' sez 'It's quite lawful, Mrs.
Mr Prothero began at once. It must be remarked, however, that he had previously learnt from the landlady that Gladys was pretty well, and had eaten a good breakfast. 'Name o' goodness, young 'ooman, what did you run away from our house for in such a sly, underhand way, and give us all this trouble and bother? Don't suppose I 'ould a run after you, if it wasn't for Miss Gwynne and your mistress.
She put on a clean white frock every morning by breakfast time it was a sickly gray along the front the thick of the dinner-battle was writ large on it in black smudges. She herself explained: "I ain't sech er dirty 'ooman hit's dest I'se so big, dirt ketches me comin' and gwine." Air and more air she would have, regardless of weather.
"Here's an end to all our troubles, Poll: we're as good as gentle-folks now; catch me a-calling at the Hall, to bother about Jennings and Sir John: a fig for bailiffs, and baronets, parsons, and prisons, and all," and again he roared Hooray! "I tell you what though, old 'ooman, we must just try the taste of our glorious golden luck, before we do any thing else.
Yo' see, her ma wuz dead, an' old Miss Lucy Chahmb'lin, she lived wid her brurr an' kep' house for 'im; an' he wuz so busy wid politics, he didn' have much time to spyar, so he sont Miss Anne to Mr. Hall's by a 'ooman wid a note.
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