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An' I tell you 'beauty doth lie in the eye o' the beholder', my dear, an' the two eyes as is a-goin' t' behold you this night is goin' t' behold so much beauty as they won't behold nothin' else." "But he loves dainty things, I'm sure." "Well, ain't he gettin' a dainty thing? Ain't he gettin' th' daintiest, sweetest, loveliest " Here Mrs. Trapes set down her cup again to clasp Hermione in her arms.
"By the way, what do you happen to have for supper? You see I've been " "Supper?" "I'm quite hungry I'm always hungry lately and " "Hungry!" ejaculated Mrs. Trapes, rolling her eyes, "here I tell him of wonders an' omens beyond pore huming understanding an' he's hungry! Lord, ain't that jest like a man! A man's soul, if a man has a soul, lays in his stummick. Hungry!
"I mean if you had been in a good situation an' making good money twenty-five per, say you might have asked her." "Asked her?" repeated Ravenslee, staring, "asked her what?" "Why, t' marry you, o' course," nodded Mrs. Trapes. "You love her about as much as any man can love which is sometimes a thimbleful an' sometimes a bit more but you sure love her as much as a man knows how, I guess.
So down they sat together, and Ravenslee vowed the ham was all ham should be and the eggs beyond praise. And when his hunger was somewhat appeased, Mrs. Trapes leaned her bony elbows on the table and questioned him. "You ain't ever spoke to Hermy, have you, Mr. Geoffrey?" "Very often, lately." "I mean you ain't opened your 'eart to her matrimonially, have you?" "No!"
"My land!" she ejaculated, "oh, dear land o' my fathers if sech could be!" "Why, Ann," exclaimed Hermione, roused from her reverie, "whatever is the matter?" "My dear," said Mrs. Trapes, laying gentle hand on Hermione's blooming cheek, "nothin' nothin' 't all! I'm jest goin' over in my mind sich small matters as silk socks an' toothbrushes, that's all." "But you do mean something you always do."
Remembering which, Geoffrey Ravenslee, turning to look at this grimy door, beheld it vague and blurred and indistinct as he turned and climbed that much-trodden stair. Upon the top landing they found Mrs. Trapes, who leaned over the rails to greet them. "So you found that b'y, Mr. Geoffrey. Hermy'll be glad. You'll have heard of poor little Maggie Finlay? Poor lass poor, lonely lass!
On and after the above date, all tenants soever residing within the tenement house known as Mulligan's are warned that all rents will be reduced by fifty per cent. "Now what," said Mrs. Trapes, refolding the circular very reverently and shutting it into the testament, "jest what d'ye think o' that?" "Quite a er remarkable document, Mrs. Trapes!" "Remarkable?" snorted Mrs. Trapes.
Trapes sighed and shook her head. "The sun sure rises and sets for her in that b'y an' him only her stepbrother at that!" "Her stepbrother?" "Yes!" nodded Mrs. Trapes emphatically. "Hermy's ma were a lady, same as Hermy is; so were her pa, I mean a gentleman, of course.
Trapes, though I'm quite undecided on the matter, and er I believe my breakfast is burning!" "My land!" ejaculated Mrs. Trapes, turning to snatch the pan from the stove, "I'm afraid the fire's ketched it a bit, Mr. Geoffrey " "No matter." "An' now there's the coffee b'ilin' over!" "Let me help you," said Ravenslee, rising.
Trapes rising, "there ain't a breathin' man in all this whole round earth as is fit to go down on 'is knees an' kiss 'er little foot not a one! No, sir!" "No, I don't think there is!" said Mr. Ravenslee slowly. "As for that Bud M'Ginnis," cried Mrs.
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