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Yare honest fellowes; goe to and go to, I say and I sait agen, yare honest fellowes and shall not be unrewarded: looke you, theres for you and be but sylent in't. Grimes. As is my instrument, Sir. Coods me! what, have they torne away the back of your satteen Doublet? the Canvas is seene. Lov. Umh, no, but they have stolne my velvet Jerkin. Grimes. I, and dam'd your Dublet. Lov.
Still others were writing nothings upon the table with the erasers at the end of their pencils. Clown talked to Porcupine once in a while, but he was not responsive. He only said "Umh" or "Ahm," and stared at me with wrathful eyes. I stared back with equal ferocity. Then the tardy Hubbard Squash apologetically entered, and politely explained that he was unavoidably detained.
"Perhaps I have," with a humorous gleam. "Umh!... I'd be very sorry for the subjects; they would be ruled with a rod of iron." He pulled a chair forward, a large cosy one, such as he knew her soul loved, and she sank down into it. He still stood upright, watching her with kindly eyes. "Well!..." he began. "You sent me a very curt summons." Diana coloured a little, not quite clear where to begin.
Let me see: I, thou art hart of vallor: thou didst daunce well, thou deservest , I say no more: and who played? Mus. Wee. Suc. You? well sayd; you plaid and you daunc'd, you say good; let me see, halfe a peece or Mus. Blesse your Captaineship. Suc. You plaid, you say, and you dauncd: umh, well, why then you that dauncd must pay those that plaid. Mus. How, sir, how? Suc.
He was so pathetic and my compassion was aroused to such an extent that I considered it the duty of a Yedo kid to console him to the best of my ability. But Hubbard Squash was not responsive. Whatever I said, he would only answer "eh?" or "umh," and even these with evident effort. Finally I gave up my sympathetic attempt and cut off the conversation. I did not meet Red Shirt at the bath.
Goe you in, Ile follow you. Suc. Farewell, Steward. Mus. Dee heare, Captaine? Suc. With me, my fine treble knave? umh, thou dost tickle minikin as nimbly Mus. We hope your worship will consider our paines? Suc. How, my fine knave? letts see, who were the dauncers? Mus. Come forward there! nay, I told you he was ever bountifull: oh, good Captaine! Suc.
But not satisfied with "Umh" only, I added that all the students in this school were boneheads. He put up a whimsical face. The third and the fourth hour and the first hour in the afternoon were more or less the same. In all the classes I attended, I made some kind of blunder. I realised that the profession of teaching not quite so easy a calling as might have appeared.
Out of the Bawdy-house? I beleave thee; nay, I am a right Lovell I, I look like a shotten herring now for't. Jone's as good as my lady in the darke wee me. I have no more Roe than a goose in me; but on to the mischiefe, on. Grimes. You beate the Bawd downe with the Chamber dore and bade her keepe that for the Reckoning. Lov. Umh, there was witt in my drinke, I perceive; on. Grimes.
In the moonlight, he looked like a great tawny giant. He spoke in English: "Mr. Hobart, that beeznez is no good. He no stay to-morrow. To-day homes he goes quick." "Where is his home? Doesn't he live here?" "Dennis O'Day, b'gosh, niver. So many as one children he have. Milton, he live." "Why doesn't he bring his family here? I didn't know the man was married." "Umh yes, b'gosh.
Outside of my husband and Bleema, not a soul in the house talks her language except Sol and Etta when they come over." "She's my nice darling grandma," said Miss Pelz, suddenly pirouetting up from her chair around the table, kissing the old lips lightly and then back again, all in a butterfly jiffy. Ain't she the sweetest thing with her grandmother? "Umh!" said Mr.
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