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Though the laundry oh, lor'!" and she rubbed her nose till it grew scarlet, "what of it, Mr. Beecot, I do ask?" "Have you enough money to pay a year's rent?" "Yes, me and Bart have saved one 'undred between us. Rent and furniture and taxes can come out of it, sure. And my washin's what I call washin'," said Deborah, emphatically; "no lost buttings and tored sheets and ragged collars.
I nodded my head in acquiescence, hardly feeling inclined for the recital of some revolutionary anecdote, which I thought was going to be related to me. Monsieur Parole, however, astonished me with quite a different narration. "Leesten," said he. "When I did leeves my Paris beloved, helas! I was tored from my lofe my fiancee dat I adore! I leaves her in hopes and au desespoir.
Nevertheless nurse put the words on the sheet of paper, and Pen proceeded to deliver herself quickly. "'I am paled down, and want change of air. My breaf is too quick. My legs is all tored with briers and things. I has got a prickly feeling in my froat, and I gets wet as water all over my hands and round my neck and my forehead. It's 'cos I'm weak, I 'spect."
The stranger was hardly more than forty to forty-five years of age, but the mistress of the house treated him with all the blandishments of a husband. "Dear Captain! pore honey!" she said; "to have his beautiful yaller hair tored out by the nigger hawk! Honey, he fell onto me, and I thought a bull had butted me in the stummick."
He let her talk on, for the subject was evidently dear to the girl. "And what did the mothers give the saint?" "Why, rags mostly. Just a rag tored off a petticoat, or some sich thing. They hanged 'em up around about on the thorn bushes to shaw as they'd a done more for the good saint if they'd had the power.
Did he dream it, or was it true, that when Nick came back he seemed at first strangely agitated? All at once Barney exclaimed aloud, "This hyar air a powerful cur'ous thing 'bout'n that thar piece what war tored out'n my coat!" "What's curious about it?" asked Stebbins quickly. Jim Dow took his pipe from his mouth, and looked sharply at the boy.
Brer Rabbit b'ilt 'im a straw house, en hit wuz tored down; den he made a house out'n pine-tops, en dat went de same way; den he made 'im a bark house, en dat wuz raided on, en eve'y time he los' a house he los' one er his chilluns. Las' Brer Rabbit got mad, he did, en cusst, en den he went off, he did, en got some kyarpinters, en dey b'ilt 'im a plank house wid rock foundashuns.
I'se bin through de deep waters, but dey didn't overflow me; I'se bin in de fire, but de smell ob it isn't on my garments. Bredren an' sisters, it war a drefful time when I war tored away from my pore little chillen." "Dat's so!" exclaimed a chorus of voices. Some of her hearers moaned, others rocked to and fro, as thoughts of similar scenes in their own lives arose before them.
"Here bes a paper, yer reverence, Nick Leary fetched over from Witless Bay," he said. "It bes tored, sir; but maybe ye'll find some good readin' left in it." The good father was charmed. He had not seen a newspaper for six weeks.
Gorby had Been Brian go out, and deeming it a good opportunity for enquiry had lost no time in making a start. "You nearly tored the bell down," said Mrs. Sampson, as she presented her thin body and wrinkled face to the view of the detective. "I'm very sorry," answered Gorby, meekly. "I'll knock next time."
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