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Updated: June 4, 2025
My story, sir, is dune. I hae nae mair tae tell. Sufficient and suffice it till say, that there was great grief at the Pans Rachel weeping for her weans, and wouldna be comforted. The windows were darkened, and the air was heavy wi' sighin' and sabbin'."
"Me either," says I. "I'm a grand little guesser, though. And I'll be outside, in ambush for Clyde, from seven o'clock on." "Will you?" says Vee, sighin' relieved. "But do be careful, Torchy. Don't don't be reckless." "Pooh!" says I. "That's my middle name. If I get slapped on the wrist and perish from it, you'll know it was all for you."
The table chat that evenin' wasn't quite as lively as it generally is. And after we'd been sitting around in the livin' room an hour or so with everything quiet, Vee suddenly lets loose with a sigh, which is a new stunt for her. She ain't the sighin' kind. But there's no mistake about this one. "Eh?" says I, lookin' up. "I I hope you found him a good home," says she.
"Well?" says he sort of hopeless. "Verdict for the defense," says I. "I didn't even have to produce the florist's receipt." "Then that's settled," says he, sighin'. "You couldn't have made the job more complete if you'd submitted affidavits," says I. "And if you don't mind my sayin' so, Mr. Robert, when it comes to the Romeo stuff, you're ten points off, with no bids."
Mother 's just the same way; if I could prevail on mother to take some o' these remedies in good season 'twould make a world o' difference, but she gets all down hill before I have a chance to hear of it, and then William comes in to tell me, sighin' and bewailin', how feeble mother is.
Miss Deacon Twitchel, when I was up there the other day, kept kind o' sighin' 'cause Cerintha Ann is getting a new pink silk made up, 'cause she said it was such a dying world it didn't seem right to call off our attention: but I told her it wasn't any pinker than the apple-blossoms; and what with robins and blue-birds and one thing or another, the Lord is always calling off our attention; and I think we ought to observe the Lord's works and take a lesson from 'em."
He was good for nothin' an airth bud sittin' under bushes, smokin' tobacky, and sighin' till you'd wonder how in the world he got wind for it all.
"She went to watch for someone coming, and as she watched, the avalanche came and she moves not." "Do we know that woman?" "Who can tell?" "What was it you whispered soft to yourself, then, Pierre?" "I whispered no word." "There, don't you hear it, soft and sighin'?... Nathalie!" "'Mon Dieu! It is not of the world." "It's facin' the poppet-head where she stands I'd be."
Well, I did get tired o' watchin' en layin' there, starin' and sighin', so I did begin to tell en about somebody I did think a deal on then, but have a-changed my mind about now; and he did listen and laugh a bit, but I could see he were a-thinkin' about his own sweetheart all the time. So says I at last, 'I d' 'low she be a vitty maid? 'Who? says he, scraggling round again.
"She went to watch for someone coming, and as she watched, the avalanche came and she moves not." "Do we know that woman?" "Who can tell?" "What was it you whispered soft to yourself, then, Pierre?" "I whispered no word." "There, don't you hear it, soft and sighin'? . . . Nathalie!" "'Mon Dieu! It is not of the world." "It's facin' the poppet-head where she stands I'd be."
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