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"Oh, no, grandfather; oh, dear grandfather," cried Lorna, with such zeal and flashing, that her hands went forward; "nobody knows what John Ridd is, because he is so modest. I mean, nobody except me, dear." And here she turned to me again, and rose upon tiptoe, and kissed me.
And when we came to hog-pound, she turned upon me suddenly, with the lanthorn she was bearing, and saw that I had the bock by one hand very easily. "Jan Ridd," she said, "there be no other man in England cud a' dood it. Now thee shalt have Larna." They had resigned themselves, as even pigs do, to a kind of fast, hoping to break their fast more sweetly on the morrow morning.
You are very sweet-tempered, I know, John Ridd, and perhaps a little too sweet at times" here she meant the Snowe girls, and I hanged my head "but what would you say if the people there" she never would call them "Doones" "had gotten your poor Uncle Reuben, horse, and Sunday coat, and all?" "Why, mother, I should be sorry for them.
"You must not talk like that, Cousin Ridd," she said, in a low and gentle tone, and turning away her eyes from me; "no lady can be above a man, who is pure, and brave, and gentle. And if her heart be worth having, she will never let you give her up, for her grandeur, and her nobility."
She knew me at once, from my manner and ways, and a smile broke through her trembling, as sunshine comes through aspen-leaves; and being so clever, she saw, of course, that she needed not to fear me. "I am John Ridd," I answered; "the boy who gave you those beautiful fish, when you were only a little thing, seven years ago to-day."
"In the first place, Cousin Ridd, grandfather will be angry with himself, for having so ill-used you. And now he is so weak and poorly, that he is always repenting. In the next place I shall scold him first, until he admits his sorrow; and when he has admitted it, I shall scold myself for scolding him.
These, like true crusaders, met me, swaggering very heartily, and with their barrels of cider set, like so many cannon, across the road, over against a small hostel. "We have won the victory, my lord King, and we mean to enjoy it. Down from thy horse, and have a stoup of cider, thou big rebel." "No rebel am I. My name is John Ridd. I belong to the side of the King: and I want some breakfast."
'In the first place, Cousin Ridd, grandfather will be angry with himself, for having so ill-used you. And now he is so weak and poorly, that he is always repenting. In the next place I shall scold him first, until he admits his sorrow; and when he has admitted it, I shall scold myself for scolding him.
'Jeremy, Jerry, was all I could say, being so fearfully short of breath; for I had crossed the ground quicker than any horse could. 'Spoken just in time, John Ridd! cried Master Stickles, still however pointing the pistol at me: 'I might have known thee by thy size, John. What art doing here? 'Come to save your life. For God's sake, go no farther.
I showed him my bill, made out in fair copy, and he laughed at it, and said, 'Take it twice over, Master Ridd; once for thine own sake, and once for His Majesty's; as all his loyal tradesmen do, when they can get any.
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