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Watson, in reproof, as she covered the bread with many wrappings and fixed two chairs to hold it behind the stove for the night; "you didn't even worry the night the crop froze, sleepin' and snorin' the whole night through, with me up every half hour watching the thermometer, and it slippin' lower and lower, and the pan o' water on the woodpile gettin' its little slivers of ice around the edge, and when the thermometer went to thirty, I knew it was all up with the wheat, but do you think I could wake you you rolled over with a grunt, leavin' me alone to think of the two hundred acres gone in the night, after all our hard work ... and then to have you come down in the mornin', stretchin' and yawnin', after a good night's sleep, and says you, as cheerful as could be, 'Cold mornin', Ma!"
No, I don't mean a guinea-pig an' a dozen eggs, like the conjurer bloke I see once," she explained in reply to his surprised look; "but if yer the man I take yer for, we'll soon 'ave the pot a-boiling. Many's the weary night I've spent in bed thinkin' about you w'en I might 'ave bin snorin'. That reminds me. Did y'ever notice yer can niver tell exactly w'en yer drop off?
An' d'you know, it's wonderful what an' amount o' both we've got w'en we ain't worried about it! You'll scarce hear an oath in this house from mornin' to evenin', though you'll hear a deal o' snorin' doorin' the night! That's how the place takes so well, d'ee see?" "Then the Welcome is well patronised, I suppose?" "Patronised!" exclaimed the seaman; "that's so, an' no mistake.
He ran ahead of the others and took the great stone steps two at a time. But Borkins had opened the door before he reached it. His eyes stared, his mouth sagged open. "Mr. Wynne, sir? You found 'im?" he asked hoarsely. "No. No trace whatever, Borkins. Where's your master?" "Sir Nigel, sir? 'E's asleep, and snorin' like a grampus. This'll be a shock to 'im sir, for sure. Mr. Wynne gone?
Do you think we've got nothin' to do but set here, an' listen to you snorin' fur two days an' two nights, when we've got to overtake an Injun army and thrash it?"
Try to lift him, if you can. He's freezing here!" "I'm thinkin' he's just drunk an' snorin, Miss." "What of it? He's freezing, too. Carry him to the carl" Wayland leaned down, put both big arms under the shoulders of the unconscious man, and dragged him, upright, holding him by main strength. "He's drunk, all right, Miss," the chauffeur remarked with a sniff of disgust.
'Whisht, says she, 'an' listen to that, says she. 'In the name of the Blessed Vargin, says she, 'what IS it? says she. An' sure enough what was it but Bill Malowney that was dhroppin' asleep in the closet, an' snorin' like a church organ. 'Is it a pig, says he, 'or is it a Christian? 'Arra! listen to the tune iv it, says she; 'sure a pig never done the like is that, says she.
Nothin' but the snorin'. And I got down on my knees and swore to set things right this very day. Give me a pen and ink and some paper." "Eh? What?" "Give me a pen and some ink and paper. Don't sit there starin'! Hurry up! Can't you see I want to get this thing off my chest afore I die! And and I I wouldn't be surprised if I died any minute. Hurry UP!"
Suddenly the waggoner came to a halt, and said 'Blest if that Gearge bain't a snorin' on his pins! Evan lingered by him with some curiosity, while the waggoner thumped his thigh to, 'Yes he be! no he bain't! several times, in eager hesitation. 'It's a fellow calling from the downs, said Evan. 'Ay, so! responded the waggoner. 'Dang'd if I didn't think 'twere that Gearge of our'n. Hark awhile.
An' it makes him feel good all ober when dem big ginerals comes an' tells him all 'bout it. Well, I war laying out on de porch fas' asleep an' snorin' drefful hard. Oh, I war so soun' asleep dat wen Marster wanted some ice-water he had to shake me drefful hard to wake me up. An' all de time I war wide 'wake as he war."
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