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"It was 'er dooty. She'd got money, and I ought to have 'ad my 'arf of it. Nothing can make up for that wasted twenty years nothing." "P'r'aps she'll take you back," said Mr. Wotton. "Take me back?" repeated Mr. Davis. "O' course she'll take me back. She'll have to. There's a law in the land, ain't there?
That is so, isn't it?" Kitty continued. "If you wish to put it that way," answered Mona, stiffening a little in spite of herself. "P'r'aps I don't put it very well, but it is the stony fact, isn't it, Mrs. Crozier?" Mona hesitated a moment, then answered: "He is very upset concerning the land syndicate, and he has a quixotic idea that he cannot take money from me to help him carry it through."
In the silence that followed he looked at her again with grim comprehension. "P'r'aps you don't care for animals," he suggested cynically. "To change the subject, do you know we are leaving the hunt behind?" She reined in somewhat reluctantly. "I suppose we had better go back." "If your majesty decrees," said Nap. He pulled the mare round and stood motionless, waiting for her to pass.
Her sobs the vehement, heart-breaking sobs of a man rather than of a woman gradually ceased. She continued in a softer voice: "It began 'way back, when I was a little girl. Mother set me on a pedestal; p'r'aps I'd ought to say I set myself there. It's like me to be blaming mother. Anyways, I just thought myself a little mite cleverer and handsomer and better than the rest o' the family.
"Cakes always make her cross," answered Peace, ignoring her share of the compliment. "Gail says it makes her nervous thinking p'r'aps the oven will be too hot or too cool, or the dough not just right, or something. But Faith hardly ever gets so cross that she won't let us clean out the pans."
"P'r'aps if 'e 'ad 'ad somebody to leave it to 'e wouldn't 'ave 'ad so much to leave," observed Mr. Kybird, sagely; "it's a rum world." He shook his head over it and went on with the uncongenial task of marking down wares which had suffered by being exposed outside too long. Mr. Smith, who always took an interest in the welfare of his friends, made suggestions.
Old Brownsmith saw my looks, and he said: "You will run over now and then to see me and tell me how you get on. Brother Solomon here never likes to leave his glass-houses, but you can get away now and then. Eh, Solomon?" "P'r'aps," said Brother Solomon, looking right away from us. "We shall see." My heart sank as I saw how cold and unsympathetic he seemed.
"'If I was the pore gal I'd haunt 'im, ses the ordinary seaman; 'every night of 'is life I'd stand afore 'im dripping with water and moaning. "'P'r'aps she will, ses the cook; 'let's 'ope so, at any rate. "I didn't answer 'em; I was too dead-beat. Besides which, I've got a 'orror of ghosts, and the idea of being on the wharf alone of a night arter such a thing was a'most too much for me.
You'll remember V'istlin' Dick, p'r'aps, the leary, flash cove as you give such a leveller to, the first time as ever I clapped my day-lights on ye?" "Yes, I remember him." "Veil sir, e's been and took, and gone, and got 'isself kicked to death by an 'orse!" "Eh, a horse?" exclaimed Barnabas, starting. "An 'orse, sir, yes.
That means coffee, an' hot cakes, an' a bit of br'iled fish, an' pertaters, an' p'r'aps, if the old woman feels in a partiklar good humor, some canned peaches big white uns, cut in half, with a holler place in the middle filled with cool, sweet juice." Early in my married life I bought a small country estate which my wife and I looked upon as a paradise.
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