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I couldn't do wi' onybody i' th' house as didn't respect this same as I do." Ted cast a depreciating eye towards the portrait, but, after a glance at it, suddenly regained his tongue and his spirits. "See here, Miss Heptonstall," he cried eagerly, "th' Queen's not like that! Theer now, it just shows how poor folks gets imposed upon!
"Lor', you be green 'uns!" he cried, sinking his voice to a cautious pitch. "Don't you fight here; why, the `crushers' will nab yer afore yer can strike a blow comfortably! If fight yer must, coom up here on the fo'c's'le, and then you can fight away theer to yer 'art's content, without nobody not a-hinterfeerin' with yer!"
"An' what might you think o'doin, when you comes out o' prison?" "First gude work that offers." "Maybe you doan't kuaw that chaps whose last job was on the treadmill finds it uncommon hard to get another?" "Depends what they was theer for, I should reckon, Miller" "Not a bit of it.
Peggotty, cheerily.'Theer we are, Missis Gummidge! Mrs. Gummidge slightly groaned. 'Lighted up, accordin' to custom! You're a wonderin' what that's fur, sir! Well, it's fur our little Em'ly. You see, the path ain't over light or cheerful arter dark; and when I'm here at the hour as she's a comin' home, I puts the light in the winder. That, you see, said Mr.
"Yes," said Dick, looking down at the frightened birds scuffling over each other; "but " "Nay! don't, man, say that!" cried Dave. "I know, my lad. But wild duck's good to yeat; and they've got to be killed and go to market. Yow wanted to see me ketch the duck, and theer they are. Going to help me kill 'em?" "No!" cried Dick in a voice full of disgust.
Lyddon snuffled, steadied himself, wiped his face with a cotton handkerchief, and felt feebly for a pair of spectacles in his pocket. Mr. Chapple, meantime, had made bold to scan the paper with round eyes, and Billy, now seeing the miller in some part recovered, essayed to comfort him. "Theer, theer, maister, doan't let this black come-along-o't quench 'e quite. That's better!
"'T ain't fer a Continental officer ter injure them cairn ginooine Whigs," chimed in Hennion, "an' only swore an oath cuz it seemed bestest jest then." "If you don't want those papers known, stop persecuting the Merediths." "So thet gal 's caught yer, too, hez she? Look aout fer them. They'll use yer ter save theer lands, an' then they'll send yer ter right-abaout, like they done with my Phil.
"What about that theer poor, old, rusty stapil?" "Why, it is still above the door, Ancient; you must have seen it this morning." "Oh, ah! I seed it, Peter, I seed it," answered the old man, shifting his gaze to a rolling white cloud above. "I give it a glimp' over, Peter, but what do 'ee think of it?"
Coom, Victoria, howd up, owd lad; we'se soon be theer now. An' so th' owd rooster is Prince Consort? An' the drake's th' Prince o' Wales? Ho, ho! Have ye getten any more royalties yonder?" "I've used up pretty near all th' royal fam'ly," replied Margaret, with a recurrence of her former dolorous pride; "it's the only mark o' respect as I can show my sovering.
Theer, tek your bonnet off, an' I'll gi' ye a cup o' tay, an' then you can goo upstairs wi' me and see the wench. Mrs. Jenny gratefully accepted the proffered tea, and, having drunk it, much to her inward refreshment, accompanied Mrs. Mountain upstairs. As the latter had said, the girl was sleeping still, and Mrs. Busker saw that her position had not changed by a hair's breadth.
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