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Then said I to the little mistress, 'La! where is the sense of waking wearied men, t'ask them is Charles the Great dead, and would they liever carry foul linen or clean, especially this one with a skin like cream? 'And so he has, I declare, said the young mistress." "That was me," remarked Denys, with the air of a commentator. "Guess once more, and you'll hit the mark."
"Now," said he, leaning forward, and fixing his elbows on his knees, while he counted the case at his fingers' ends, "excuse the liberty, but wishin' to know where this 'ere money's to come from, I sh'd like jest t'ask if so be Sir Austin know o' this?" "My father knows nothing of it," replied Richard. The farmer flung back in his chair.
In these hard times I can't afford more." "What I look at," said Joseph, "is, it robs me of my bit o' bacon. If I was t'ask annybody in Heydon Hay, 'Is Lord Barfield the man to rob a poor chap of his bit o' bacon? they'd say, 'No. That's what they'd say. 'No, they'd say; 'niver dream of a such-like thing as happening Joseph." His lordship fidgeted and took snuff.
'Whew w! he softly whistled. 'Wall, it takes two mittens t'make a pair ye'll hev t'ask her ag in. 'Yes I cannot give her up, I said decisively, 'I must try to win her back. It isn't fair. I have no claim upon her. But I must do it. 'Consarn it! women like t'be chased, he said. 'It's their natur'. What do they fix up so fer di'mon's an' silks an' satins if 'tain't t'set men a chasm 'uv 'em?
I am, an' didn't know but what you might be same way. You may've noticed 't I'm jush trifle er, well, some people ud shay zhrunk, Toffski rude 'n' dish'gree'ble people dshay zhrunk. P'raps zere 'bout half right, Woffski, but it's zhrude way of putting it. Now, zhen, I want t'ask you queshun.
"Now," said he, leaning forward, and fixing his elbows on his knees, while he counted the case at his fingers' ends, "excuse the liberty, but wishin' to know where this 'ere money's to come from, I sh'd like jest t'ask if so be Sir Austin know o' this?" "My father knows nothing of it," replied Richard. The farmer flung back in his chair.
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