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On these lines we proceeded miraculously, and, under Moorshed's orders I was the fisherman's Ganymede, even as "M. de C." had served the captain I found both rum and curacoa in a locker, and mixed them equal bulk in an enamelled iron cup. "Now we'm just abeam o' where we should be," he said at last, "an' here we'll lay till she lifts.
I took my awn anyway, an' you comed near killing me for't, so we'm upsides now, eh? We'm men o' the world likewise. So so shall us shake hands an' let bygones be, Jan Grimbal?" He half raised his hand, and looked up, with a smile at the corner of his lip ready to jump into life if the rider should accept his friendship. But Grimbal's response was otherwise.
But plague seize my old emotions! we'm come to marry, not to bury." "By the look o't 'tis' neither marry nor bury, Nim nor Doll," observed Old Zeb, who had sacrificed his paternal feelings and come to church in order to keep abreast with the age; "'tis more like Boscastle Fair, begin at twelve o'clock an' end at noon. Why tarry the wheels of his chariot?"
But there!" she added starting up, "us'll make sure to wance and knaw whether 'tis lies or truth we'm tellin'. Here, Sammy, off ever so quick as legs can carry 'ee, and climber up and fetch Adam back with 'ee." Sammy started off, and Joan proceeded to communicate the cause of her uneasiness. "Awh, my dear, is that all?" exclaimed Mrs.
"Because there'll be a chance of us poor fellows getting a little broken meat. We'm half-starved this three months bread and dripping, bread and dripping, oh dear, sir! And now he's sent out to the inn for chickens, and game, and salads, and all that money can buy, and down in the cellar haling out the best of wine." And the lad smacked his lips audibly at the thought. "Is he out of his mind?"
"And for aught we know," says my grandfather, speaking in a slow and fearsome whisper, "the French ships may be hanging off the coast while we'm talking here!" "You don't mean to tell us," cried Mrs. Polwhele, sitting up stiff in the pew, "that this man has been mapping out the river under your very noses!" "He has, Ma'am. Oh, I see it all! What likelier place could they choose on the whole coast?
"I'm off to the 'Grey Wethers, those old ruined circles under Sittaford Tor, you know. But I meant a visit to you as well. Bonus was in the farmyard and brought me with him." "Ess fay, us works, I tell 'e. We'm fightin' the rabbits now. The li'l varmints have had it all theer way tu long; but this wire netting'll keep 'em out the corn next year an' the turnips come autumn.
Mrs. White sniffed and cooled her tearful eyes with her handkercher. "Johnny French hangs on it," she said, "We'm keeping it close till next autumn, but he wants for to marry me, and we'm both lonely souls, and we've both lost a good partner; and so it falls out very suent and convenient like that we should wed. But now he hears tell as I ban't to have the cottage, he's off it.
"Teacher, no ma'an, Missis Bailey, I ain't got no scare over Krishts, on'y they ain't no friends for ladies. My papa says like that on my auntie, und my auntie she's married now mit a stylish floorwalker. We'm got a Krisht in our house for boarder, so I know. But you couldn't to know 'bout Krishts." "Yes, I do. They're very nice people." "No ma'an," said Morris gently.
"I doan't onderstand all that talk, sweetheart, an' you knaw I don't; but till some wise body invents a better-fashion way of joining man an' maid than marriage, us must taake it as 'tis." "There is a better way Nature's." She shook her head. "If us could dwell in a hole at a tree-root, an' eat roots an' berries; but we'm thinking creatures in a Christian land."
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