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In a flash 'e saw 'ow he'd been done, and how Bob Pretty 'ad been deceiving 'im all along, and the idea that he 'ad arf ruined himself keeping Mrs. Pretty's grandfather for 'em pretty near sent 'im out of his mind. "But how is it 'is name was Josiah Walker, same as Henery's great-uncle?" ses Bill Chambers, who 'ad been crowding round with the others. "Tell me that!"
Cutts didn't answer 'im a word; 'e was pretty near bursting with passion. He got up and shook 'is fist in Bob Pretty's face, and then 'e went off stamping down the road as if 'e was going mad. And for a time Bob Pretty seemed to 'ave all the luck on 'is side.
Bob Pretty 'is name is, and of all the sly, artful, deceiving men that ever lived in Claybury 'e is the worst never did a honest day's work in 'is life and never wanted the price of a glass of ale. Bob Pretty's worst time was just after old Squire Brown died.
"You'd better get 'old of Bob afore 'e finds it out, Dicky," ses Bill Chambers. Dicky Weed didn't answer 'im; he was already running along to Bob Pretty's as fast as 'is legs would take 'im, with most of us follering behind to see wot 'appened. The door was fastened when we got to it, but Dicky Weed banged away at it as 'ard as he could bang, and at last the bedroom winder went up and Mrs.
Grandfather McCoy and also grandfather Pretty told of many experiences that they went through during their enslavement. The Negro and white over-seer was much in evidence down there and buying and selling of children from their parents seemed to have left a sad memory with George. Isaac Pretty's family was large. He had seven girls and seven boys, George being the eldest.
'Claudia, he said, reproaching her, 'I've told you a thousand times. 'Oh yes, said Claudia, 'in fun. But now, without nonsense really? Am I pretty? 'No; you're not pretty, Claudia. Pretty's commonplace. You are lovely. I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. 'You darling boy! There's a kiss for that. No, no, no, Paul. Only a very little one.
"That's one o' Bob Pretty's larks," said the old man, flushing. "I see you talking to 'im, and I thought as 'ow he warn't up to no good. Biggest rascal in Claybury, he is. I've said so afore, and I'll say so agin." He bowed to the donor and buried his old face in the mug. "A poacher!" he said, taking breath. "A thief!" he continued, after another draught.
"I've just come from the post-office," he ses, "and there's a letter for Bob Pretty's old gentleman! Wot d'ye think o' that?" "If you could tell us wot's inside it you might 'ave something to brag about," ses Henery Walker. "I don't want to see the inside," ses Dicky Weed; "the name on the outside was good enough for me. I couldn't hardly believe my own eyes, but there it was: 'Mr.
And I shall be always near my pretty's resting-place, said Peggotty, musing, 'and be able to see it when I like; and when I lie down to rest, I may be laid not far off from my darling girl! We neither of us said anything for a little while.
But while Enid understood well enough the necessity for speed, she had no breath to expend expressing her appreciation of Pretty's delicate position. She was too frightened to run even as well as she knew how, and she was going at a gait that was neither very fast nor very economical of muscle and breath.
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