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As I sauntered on, I found the gardener hard at his evening employment, and saluted him, as I paused to look at his work. "Good even, my friend." "Gude e'en gude e'en t'ye," answered the man, without looking up, and in a tone which at once indicated his northern extraction. "Fine weather for your work, my friend."
Ye 'll open 't, and tak care ye dinna fa' ower the tub, for the entry's dark, and then ye'll turn to the right, and then ye'll hand straught forward, and then ye'll turn to the right again, and ye 'll tak heed o' the cellarstairs, and then ye 'll be at the door o' the little kitchen, it's a' the kitchen that's at Milnwood now, and I'll come down t'ye, and whate'er ye wad say to Mistress Wilson ye may very safely tell it to me."
Berry led them into the parlour, and revealed to Richard who she was, and how she had tossed him, and hugged him, and kissed him all over, when he was only that big showing him her stumpy fat arm. "I kissed ye from head to tail, I did," said Mrs. Berry, "and you needn't be ashamed of it. It's be hoped you'll never have nothin' worse come t'ye, my dear!"
'Well, says I. 'Then, if you're passin', I wish you'd give 'en this here letter, says he, an' that's all 'e said." "I wonder who 'twas," said Geake. But his face was white. "Don't know 'en by sight. Said 'e was in a great hurry for to catch the up train. Which puts me i' mind I must be movin' on. Good-night t'ye, neighbour!" As soon as he had turned the corner, Geake opened the letter.
"Now, it will be twa hours yet or ye're wanted in the schule, and as ye are no weel, I'll sit wi' you to divert ye, and explain t'ye the nature of a tillicidian. Ye maun ken, the petitioner, Mrs.
"Good luck to the last load, Mr. Clifford!" they shouted. "Good luck to you all!" answered Robin, cheerily. "Good luck t'ye, Miss!" and they raised their sun-browned faces to the girl as she looked down upon them. "As fine a crop and as fair a load next year!" "Good luck to you!" she responded then suddenly bending a little forward she said almost breathlessly: "Please wish luck to Dad!
By this time he had completed a lodgment in the body of the place, or, in other words, advanced his seat close to the table. "And now, Mr Francis Stewart of Bothwell, I have the honour to drink your gude health, and a commission t'ye, and much luck may ye have in raking this country clear o'whigs and roundheads, fanatics and Covenanters."
"So here y'are, master, and good luck t'ye!" said John and with scarce a rustle, swift and stealthy as an Indian, he was gone and I alone in the gloom. Hereupon I debated with myself whether I should get me into the city straight away or wait till the morrow, the which question was resolved by my falling into a sweet and dreamless slumber.
He had aimed apparently so as to throw the shot across our fore-foot; but it fell short by about fifty feet. "Do that again, you lubber!" exclaimed Bob, contemptuously apostrophising the brig. "Three more such fool's tricks as that, and we'll say good-bye t'ye without ever having been within range.
Berry led them into the parlour, and revealed to Richard who she was, and how she had tossed him, and hugged him, and kissed him all over, when he was only that big showing him her stumpy fat arm. "I kissed ye from head to tail, I did," said Mrs. Berry, "and you needn't be ashamed of it. It's be hoped you'll never have nothin' worse come t'ye, my dear!"
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