United States or Georgia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Well, Theresa, it's the long while since you've stepped over to see us," Ody said, starting the conversation, "and it's the soft evenin' you've chose to be comin'. Your shawl's dhreeped. Take it off, and I'll give it a shake above the fire. Bedad, Theresa, the two of us has been wearin' the dusty male-bags on our heads since the time I seen you first.
If I can't tell who Isaac's father was, Mary says, 'O Carry, where's your common sense? If I am going out of doors, Eliza runs up, 'Carry, she cries, 'you haven't common sense; your shawl's all pinned awry. And when I ask mamma the shortest way across the fields to Dalton, she says, 'Use your common sense, my dear."
He saw, now, nothing else, neither Pilar nor Andrés, but only the savage challenging fire of silks. The shawl's old familiar significance had been entirely lost here he hated and feared it, it was synonymous with all that threatened his success.
Suppose Lady Malkinshaw does outlive him; suppose I do lose my legacy. What is three thousand pounds to you? My dress is ruined. My shawl's spoiled. He die! If the old woman lives to the age of Methuselah, he won't die. Give me your arm. No! Go to my father. I want medical advice. My nerves are torn to pieces. I'm giddy, faint, sick SICK, Mr. Batterbury!"
Dandy's Steve is he couldn't ha' had any use for sech a shawl's that, let alone sayin' what he'd wanted o' bracelets on his arms!" "That's so," was the universal ejaculation of Ben's audience when he reached this point in his narrative, and there seemed to be little more to be said on either side. This was all there was of the story.
"That's a luxury for the rich, crying," observed David. Raissa was going, but she turned back. "The yellow shawl's being sold, you know; part of mother's dowry. They are giving us twelve roubles; I think that is not much." "It certainly is not much." "We shouldn't sell it," Raissa said after a brief pause, "but you see we must have money for the funeral." "Of course you must.
'It's not far off, I'll be bound, he continued, 'and with a shawl like this, now, you'd look like a full-blown rose. Come, I'll not be hard upon you, as it's the first time you've dealt with me. That shawl's worth ten shillings if it's worth a farthing, and I'll let you have it for seven shillings and sixpence; half a crown down, and a shilling a fortnight till it's paid up.
Word Of The Day