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Nor nothing else to my knowing; nor heard nothing, save thee snoring." "Watt a vule thee must be then, Jan; and me myzell no better. Harken, lad, harken!" We drew our horses up and listened, through the thickness of the air, and with our hands laid to our ears.
Nor nothing else to my knowing; nor heard nothing, save thee snoring. 'Watt a vule thee must be then, Jan; and me myzell no better. Harken, lad, harken! We drew our horses up and listened, through the thickness of the air, and with our hands laid to our ears.
I do-an't like the look of things, nor I do-an't like the way things are done. If you take a old man's advice you'll come too." "Noa," said the honest oaf, "I be agoin' to vight. I be a-goin' to London town to be a girt sol-dier." "Ah," said the old man, shortly, "you be a vule, Tummas. Wish ee good day, maister."
Three times it came and went again, as the shaking of a thread might pass away into the distance; and then I touched John Fry to know that there was something near me. "Doon't 'e be a vule, Jan! Vaine moozick as iver I 'eer. God bless the man as made un doo it." "Have they hanged one of the Doones then, John?" "Hush, lad; niver talk laike o' thiccy. Hang a Doone!
But doan't 'ee play the vule wi' Master Peter, Miss Zairy. Take 'un while yu can git 'un, will 'ee? And be glad tu git 'un. Yu listen tu I, vor I be a turble witty man, and I be giving of yu gude advice, Miss Zairy." "I am listening, Jack, and you know I always take your advice." "Ah! if 'twerent' for the anny-dominy, I'd be tu yure wedding," sighed Happy Jack, "zame as I were tu Mary Ann's.
At that moment "Blinkey" staggered out past me and against me, a writing-desk in his hands, shouting, in his drunken glory, "I've vound ut at last! I've got the old fellow's money! Hush! What a vule I be, hollering like that!" And he was going to sneak off, with a face of drunken cunning, when I sprung up and seized him by the throat. "Rascal! robber! lay that down!
Three times it came and went again, as the shaking of a thread might pass away into the distance; and then I touched John Fry to know that there was something near me. 'Doon't 'e be a vule, Jan! Vaine moozick as iver I 'eer. God bless the man as made un doo it. 'Have they hanged one of the Doones then, John? 'Hush, lad; niver talk laike o' thiccy. Hang a Doone!