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"'E reminds me o' Hadmiral Sir Percy 'Opkinton, so 'e do. P'raps 'e's a pore relation." "Yus," agreed Seaman Smith. "A crost between our beloved 'Oppy an' ole Bill Jones 'ere. Bill was reported to 'ave 'ad a twin brother but it was allus serposed Bill ate 'im when 'e wasn' lookin'."
"Still you were thinking about it," said Richling, with a twinkle. "Ah! ha! ha! Indeed I wasn', an' ye needn' be t'rowin' anny o' yer slyness on me. Ye know ye'd have no self-respect fur me. No; now ye know ye wuddent, wud ye?" "Why, Mrs. Riley, of course we would. Why why not?" He stood in the door-way, about to take his leave.
"An' next he tried to burn her in her bed: an' that wasn' no good. "An' last of all he fell i' love wi' her: an' that broke her." "One day the tale goes she made up her mind an' ordered a shay an' pair from the Pack-Horse. The postillion was to be waitin' by the gate o' the deer-park the only gate that hadn't a lodge to it at ten o'clock that night.
'Twas one of those thing' what pro-juce' that saying that the truth 'tis mo' stranger than figtion. "Mr. Chezter, 'twas a wonderful! And what make it the mo' wonderful, my father he wasn' hunting for that, neither hadn' ever dream' of it. He was biccome very much a wanderer. One day he juz' chance' to be in a village in Alsace, and there he saw some chil'ren, playing in the street.
Mist' Richard took gun away from you " "What?" "Oh, I tole him you wasn' goin' use it!" Joe laughed. "But you so wile be din' know what you do. You cert'n'y was drunkes' man I see in long while," he said admiringly.
Ye daurn't!" She smiled and blushed and arched her neck and rose and sank upon herself with sweet delight. "I say if I may judge by what he has said to me," insisted Richling. Mrs. Riley glided down across the door-step, and, with all the insinuation of her sex and nation, demanded: "What'd he tell ye? Ah! he didn't tell ye nawthing! Ha, ha! there wasn' nawthing to tell!"
"I wasn' complaining," said the woman; "I was just remarking. How's Maria?" "She's nicely, thank you." "And the children?" "Brave." "I've put up sixpennyworth of nicey in four packets that's one apiece and I've written the name on each, for you to take home to 'em." She fumbled in her reticule and produced the packets.
Erwin's demonstrations of affection, of which she had been lavish during her visit to South Bradfield, might not be so false. Lydia accepted them submissively, and she said, when Veronica returned for the tray, "I hate to give you so much trouble. And sending her all the way to Trieste on my account, I felt ashamed. There wasn' a thing for her to do." "Why, of course not!" exclaimed her aunt.
"I didn't sleep a wink, confound it," grumbled Beverly, rubbing her eyes and turning on her back to glare up at the tapestry above the couch. "Yo' wasn' winkin' any when Ah fust come into de room, lemme tell yo'," cackled Aunt Fanny with caustic freedom. "See here, now, Aunt Fanny, I'm not going to stand any lecture from you this morning. When a fellow hasn't slept a "
"But, my f'en's, I want to ax you, who was behind Ab'aham Lincoln? Who was it helt up dat man's han's when dey sent bayonets an' buttons to enfo'ce his word umph? I want to to know who was behin' him? Wasn' it de 'Publican pa'ty?" There were cries of "Yes, yes! dat's so!" One old sister rose and waved her sunbonnet.
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