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He bent over and kissed her. "More than anybody in the world," he answered. "You're not just lettin' on?" she continued. "Letting on!" "Aye. Makin' out you love me, an' you on'y passin' the time, divertin' yourself?" He was angry with her. How could she imagine that he would pretend to love her?... "I do love you," he insisted, "and I'll always love you. I feel that ... that!..."
But he lost his shagrin on the way, it wuz buried under the acres of posies and beautiful shrubs and trees through which we wuz passin'. Every rare posy you ever hearn on wuz there and them you never dremp on, and trees, some beautiful and familiar, and them with strange and beautiful foliage.
One of 'em had brought his concertina, an' another his flute, and what with these an' other ways of passin' the time they got along pretty comfortable till they came to Gwinear Road: an' there for some reason they were held up an' had to show their tickets. Anyways, the staff at Gwinear Road went along the train collectin' the halves o' their return tickets.
When David had filled the plates and handed them along Sairy was for bringing in and taking out; they did their own helping to vegetables and "passin'" he hesitated a moment, and then got out of his chair and started in the direction of the kitchen door. "What's the matter?" asked Mrs. Bixbee in surprise. "Where you goin'?" "Woodshed," said David.
Byers, as they passed out into the veranda beside the waiting coach. Mr. Langworthy helped her to her seat. "Ef you're passin' this way ag'in" he hesitated delicately. "I'll drop in, or I reckon Mr. Byers might, he havin' business along the road," returned Mrs. Byers with a cheerful nod, as the coach rolled away and the landlord of the Big Flume Hotel reentered his house.
"Nan is ill with a cold in her head," he explained, "and mum has just made her go to bed and drink hot milk." "I often see ye passin'," said Poor Jane conversationally. "Yes," said Humpty, who was still holding his sister's hand tight, "we often come this way for a walk, and we always see you." "You always walk this way, don't you?" said Dumpty bravely, though she still trembled with fright.
As we passed one of the landin' places on the staircase where some chairs wuz placed, I see the ancient dame settin' and sarahuptishously rubbin' her ankle jints. She straightened up and looked kinder coquetishly at my pardner, but he swep' by her as if she wuz so much dirt under his feet. Truly he seemed to be carryin' out his plan of ignorin' my sect and passin' 'em by scornfully.
Lambert lost, I reckon it 'ud be a kind o' comfort if hoo could tell Mrs. Lambert hoo needn't set sich store by it, as sich things is easy to be got." "Well, aunt, I'm not goin' to stop in to have Margery Formby pokin' and pryin' at my things. I never see such queer folk in my life. 'Tisn't thought manners in other places to be passin' remarks an' askin' questions about a fellow's clothes."
Now, talk wid a female is an agreeable, if not a profitable, way av passin’ the toime, but sure ye niver know where it will ind—as witness Simpson. This lady I’m recallin’—’tis a matther av two years ago—followed the ancient and honorable profission av biscuit shootin’ not far from Caspar.
"That's the reason, Samson. I was kinder skeered ter go through this country in the open." Samson met his eye steadily, and said slowly: "I reckon, Jim, hit moughtn't be half es risky fer ye ter walk upstandin' along Misery, es ter go a-crouchin'. Ye thinks ye've been a shadderin' me. I knows jest whar ye've been all the time. Ye lies when ye talks 'bout passin' through.
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