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Updated: June 11, 2025
'That's a washy, good-for-nothin' woman, that Mis' Wynn, was the visitor's judgment, as she departed in state on the ox-sled. 'The young un's spryer; but I'd like to be waitin' till they'd ha' the house clar'd up between 'em, wouldn't I? Did you see that hired help o' theirn, Almeria? 'Yes, ma, an Irish girl, I guess. She was a-top o' the waggon yesterday.
At the first blow there was a crash of glass, followed by a revolver shot from the bottom of the stairs, when Bostock dropped the axe and seized and cocked his gun. "The old un's at it, sir. Look out; maybe he's coming out." "Fire at him if he fires at us," said Carey, excitedly. "I'm a-going to fire at him, sir, afore he does," said the old sailor, sturdily. "See my swelled head, sir?"
"Ay," said his mother, "and I have sewn a sprig of witch's elm in the neck of un's doublet, ever since that foul thief has begun his practices on man and beast in these parts."
"Cock," says Bym reproachfully, and setting a goodly cheese on the table with a bang, "say free-trader, cock t'other 'un's a cackling word and I don't like cackle " "Aye," nodded Godby, "that's the word, 'free-trader, Mart'n. So I am and what then? 'Twas summat o' the sort as got me suspicioned by Gregory and his catchpolls, rot 'em."
Pepper," said the great man, "a very clever little animal; but I wish you wouldn't bring so many clever un's down here, Mr. Pepper." "Why not, Horsball?" asked Cox. "Because he interferes with my trade," said Mr. Horsball, laughing. It was supposed, nevertheless, that Mr. Horsball and Mr. Pepper quite understood each other.
"He's not come to Kenmuir yet, nor he'll not so long as Th' Owd Un's loose, I reck'n." "Loose or tied, for the matter o' that," the little man rejoined, "Kenmuir'll escape." He made the statement dogmatically, snapping his lips. The Master frowned. "Why that?" he asked. "Ha' ye no heard what they're sayin'?" the little man inquired with raised eyebrows. "Nay; what?"
To feast upon some cherry stones The young un's almost wild, And rolls amongst the dust and bones, What a piggish child! What a piggish child!" Then the house almost collapsed, such a yell ascended in the calm warm night air that the shouters applauded themselves, for it was useless their hoping to be able to bawl any louder.
It was the Red Un's pleasure to assist unassumingly in the surveillance of that part of the ship where the great god, Steam, ruled an underworld of trimmers and oilers and stokers and assistant engineers and even, with reservations, the Chief.
"Time was I've zeed vifteen pair o' 'osses go out of this 'ere yard in vour-and-twenty hour; and now there be'ant vifteen, no, not ten, in vour-and-twenty days! There was the duik not this 'un; he be'ant no gude; but this 'un's vather why, when he'd come down the road, the cattle did be a-going, vour days an eend.
An' I tell ye, this 'un's a fine lady, even if a bit frolicsome. So git to your 'osses, Ben an' sharp's the word." The man Ben sniffed and, muttering evilly, slouched away, leaving his fellow to sigh gustily and stare up at the moon; a square-shouldered, bullet-headed man who, leering up at Diana's chaste loveliness, began to scrape and pick at his teeth with a thumb nail.
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