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Why, I do think you are looking remarkably well to-day," cried the matron, her brisk step, bright face, and cheery voice eloquent of her splendid vitality and high spirit. "Och! thin, an' who wudn't luk well in your prisince?" said the gallant little Irishman, with a touch to his hat. "Sure, it's better than the sunlight to see the smile av yer pritty face."
He wore only his trousers and shirt, both sadly torn one of the pirates having taken a fancy to his coat and vest, the former of which he wore round his loins with his legs thrust through the sleeves. The captive merchant sat with his face buried in his hands and bowed on his knees. Inside the hut sat Aileen with poor Miss Pritty resting on her bosom.
After a little more desultory converse, Aileen asked her friend if she were prepared to hear some bad news. Miss Pritty declared that she was, and evinced the truth of her declaration by looking prematurely horrified. Aileen, although by no means demonstrative, could not refrain from laying her head on her friend's shoulder as she said, "Well then, dear Laura, we are beggars!
"The whole town of 'em 'on't be the worse of a dollar for steak the week round. They all go back and buy land in Canada, they spend no money here. See how well they forget their pocketbooks every Sunday for the collection. They do be very light too, they've more laugh than ourselves. 'Tis myself's getting old anyway, I don't laugh much now." "I like to see a pritty girl look fine," said Mrs.
Miss Pritty thought it best, on the whole, to give an ambiguous order about the tea to her small domestic, for she knew that lively creature to be a compound of inquisitiveness and impudence, and did not choose to tell her who it was that she expected to call.
"One feller wuz talkin' pritty loud, ez if he'd been hittin' up ther tangle juice, an' ther other feller wuz tryin' ter make him put on ther soft pedal, what Clay calls talkin' pianissimo. But when the booze is in ther wit is out, an' ther feller would shut it down some fer a while, then he'd get a good lungful o' air an' bust out ergin." "What was it all about?"
"Come away, Miss, glad to see you always so," said Joe, wiping a chair with his cap and extinguishing his pipe out of deference; "sit down, Miss." Miss Pritty bowed all round, wished each of the party good-evening by name, and seating herself beside the little fire as easily and unceremoniously as though it had been her own, drew forth her letter.
"I don't know 'ill I bring 'em out before she comes." "Is she a pritty slip of a gerrl, I d' know?" asked Patrick, with increased interest. "She ain't, then," answered his companion frankly.
Poor Miss Pritty had no near relations in the world except Edgar, and therefore there was little or no probability that any one would telegraph to her in connection with accident or death, nevertheless she entertained such an unconquerable horror of a telegram, that the mere sight of the well-known envelope, with its large-type title, gave her a little shock; the reception of one was almost too much for her.
You better keep him." "Don't you try to make no fool of me, old man," cried the planter. "Oh, no!" said the other. "Oh, no! but you make a fool of yourself, ain't it?" The dumbfounded Colonel stared; Charlie went on: "Yass! Belles Demoiselles is more wort' dan tree block like dis one. I pass by dare since two weeks. Oh, pritty Belles Demoiselles!
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