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"All of a sudden I sees 'the Shepherd, plain as plain. He were standin' just behind the old dog, strokin' his head. 'Shoot, Snarley, he sez; 'shoot, and we'll look after him. 'Stand back, then, Master, I sez; 'for I'm goin' to fire. 'Fire, he sez; 'but aim lower. The shot won't hurt me, and he went on strokin' the dog's head.
"So they took him to where pore old Pipes lay in his chair, his head lollin back, somethin dreadful to see. "The Genelman bends over him, and takes one of his hands. "That stirs the old man. "'That you, sir? says he, usky-like. "'Ah, friend, says the Genelman, 'how goes it? "'Tarrabul ornary, says pore old Pipes. "'You'll be better soon, says the Genelman, strokin his hand.
There's a heap o' wonnerfu' things there, they tell me; an' whiles a strokin win' an' whiles a rosy smell, an' whiles a bricht licht, an' whiles, they say, an auld yearnin' sang, 'ill brak oot, an' wanner awa doon, an' gang flittin' an' fleein' amang the sair herts o' the men an' women fowk 'at canna get things putten richt."
Leavitt, all dolled up as correct as any cotillion leader, balancin' his silk tile graceful on one wrist, and strokin' his close-cropped mustache with his white glove, just as Mrs. Humphry Ward describes on page 147. "Well!" gasps Sadie. "I thought you said they were a pair of countrified freaks!" "You should have seen 'em when they landed with the pies," says I. And, if you'll believe me, Mr.
Then he thundered out as the crew was to give God the praise, an' said the man as weern't on's knees in a twinklin' should be thrawed out the bwoat to Jonah's whale. God's truth! I never seed nothin' so awful as skipper's eyes 'pon airth! Then er calmed down, an' the back of en grawed humpetty an' his head failed a bit forrard an' he sat strokin' of the dog.
"I don't remember jest the partickelers, nor what she was turnin' areound to look for; whether she was goin' to a sewin'-circle and lookin' back to see what Lot was dewin' to home, or whether she was jest strokin' deown her polonaise a little, the way women does; but anyway, she was one o' this 'ere kind that needed moderatin'. "So she got turned into a pillar o' salt, and there she sot.
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