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He halted in the middle of the street and recited dramatically: "'Not marble, nor th' gilded monuments Of prinches sh'll outlive m' powerful rhyme." "How's that, Alonzho, b'gosh?" "Where did you learn it?" I demanded, momentarily forgetting his condition. "Fr'm Ralph," he replied, "says I wrote it. Can't remember...."
"Stiddy thar!" said the farmer, making room for her on the seat beside him. "Look out for the ile-can, Huldy! Bought out the hull shop, hev ye? Wal, I sh'll look for gret things the next few days. Huddup thar, Nancy!" And they went jingling back along the street again. As they passed the queer little shops, with their antiquated signboards, the farmer had something to say about each one.
The statement of the fact embarrassed Jim more than anything that had occurred in his interviews with the tailoress. "I sh'll pay ye some time, even if so be that nothin' happens," said he; "an' if so be that somethin' does happen, it'll be squar' any way. I don't want no man that I do fur to be beholden to workin' women for their clo'es."
They moved toward the cellar entrance in a slow procession, to keep the chip from flaring out. "Don't hang to me so!" Grandma Padgett remonstrated with her daughter. "I sh'll step on you, and down we'll all go and set the house afire." Garrets are cheerful, cobwebby places, always full of slits where long, smoky sun-rays can poke in.
"I've had a splendid time, an' I'm real obleeged to ye. I sh'll try to larn that story by heart, 'bout the bold Buckle-oh. I want to tell it to Pink! She'd like it oh, my! wouldn't she like it, jest like I mean jest like spellin'! Good by, Miss Hildy!"
Nobody can go against the kind of luck you had that night; and you took it away from Sneyd and me in rolls. But we'll land you pretty soon, won't we, ole Sneydie?" "We sh'll have a shawt at him, at least," said the Englishman. "Perhaps he won't want us to try," young Cooley pursued derisively. "Perhaps he thinks I play like a goat, too!" Mr. Pedlow threw back his head and roared.
"Just 'fore matrimony," he communicated in a dull whisper, "a fellow ought to see a bit o' the world, I says don't you, sir? and this has been rare sport, that it has! Did ye find your purse, sir? Never mind 'bout that ther' pound. I'll lend you another, if ye like. How sh'll it be? Say the word." Algernon was meditating, apparently on a remote subject. He nodded sharply. "Yes.
Mandy Calline was red as a turkey-cock, to which was now added a nervous confusion which bade fair to overwhelm her. "It's too soon, Zekle. Whyn't yer wait er while?" she replied, tremblingly. "No, 'tain't too soon," he answered, promptly. "I want it all done 'n' over with, then I sh'll feel mo' like ye b'long ter me. I'm goin' ter ask 'em ter-day; yer needn't say not.
'F the letter hadn't been posted 'n' the sack gone to the train afore I thought o' this view o' the matter, I'm free to confess 's I never would 'a' posted it a tall. For there's no use denyin', Mrs. Lathrop, 't, 'f my visit to Cousin Marion sh'd lead to her askin' to borrow 's much 's a quarter, I sh'll bitterly regret ever havin' clawed her out from back o' that trunk-flap.
She was not convinced. "I sh'll make a business o' findin' out abaout this thing yit," she said. "I think yer hain't got the rights on't yit. There's cheatin' somewhere!" "It's all cheating." said Ramona; "but there isn't any help for it, Aunt Ri. The Americans think it is no shame to cheat for money." "I'm an Ummeriken!" cried Aunt Ri; "an' Jeff Hyer, and Jos! We're Ummerikens!
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