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It was Hannah who, as I opened the kitchen door, turned at the sound, and set down the saucepan she was scouring. "Is it home ye are? Mercy to goodness!" So it's into the wather ye were?" I admitted it. "Hannah?" I said softly. "What then?" "Does mother know about the boat?" "Now don't ye be wheedlin'."
"Vell, you see," continued the boy, "ven I'd made myself so disagreeable that the old gen'l'man would 'ave nothin' to do with me, I came straight away, an' 'ere I am; but it was a trial, let me tell you, specially ven 'e come to mention wages an sitch a 'eavenly smell o' roasted wittles come up from the kitchen too at the moment, but I 'ad only to look at Miss Di, to make me as stubborn as a nox or a hass. `Wot! thinks I to myself, `betray that hangel no, never! yet if I was to go into that 'ouse I know I'd do it, for daddy's got sitch a wheedlin' way with 'im w'en 'e likes, that I couldn't 'old hout long so I giv' old Swallowed-the-poker sitch a lot o' cheek that I thought 'e'd kick me right through the winder.
It was Hannah who, as I opened the kitchen door, turned at the sound, and set down the saucepan she was scouring. "Is it home ye are? Mercy to goodness!" So it's into the wather ye were?" I admitted it. "Hannah?" I said softly. "What then?" "Does mother know about the boat?" "Now don't ye be wheedlin'."
And then she sez, kinder wheedlin': 'But you will marry yer Sairy Anne, Johnnie, won't ye? And then, gittin' scared, I kinder forgot my manners, fer I said: 'No I'm d d if I will! An' I disremember what she said nex', but I found myself in the road, a-runnin' like a mad steer. Jee! that road was hotter'n a red-hot stove!"
His wretched sensations at the pouring of a storm of tears from the exhausted creature, caused Arabella to rise and say to Mrs. Chump kindly, "Now let me take you to bed." But such a novel mark of tender civility caused the woman to exclaim: "Oh, dear! if ye don't sound like wheedlin' to keep me blind." Even this was borne with. "Come; it will do you good to rest," said Arabella.
"Miss Cynthia, darlin'," said Ellen, "if it was made of flint I was, wouldn't he bring the tears out of me with his wheedlin' an' coaxin'? An' him such a fine young gintleman! And whin he took to commandin' like, sure I couldn't say no to him at all at all. 'Take the card to her, Ellen, he says didn't he know me name!
"Miss Cynthia, darlin'," said Ellen, "if it was made of flint I was, wouldn't he bring the tears out of me with his wheedlin' an' coaxin'? An' him such a fine young gintleman! And whin he took to commandin' like, sure I couldn't say no to him at all at all. 'Take the card to her, Ellen, he says didn't he know me name!
"I used to see him in Mac's tent listenin' to Mac playin' the fiddle, and, between the pieces, wheedlin' Mac out of picks and shovels and dynamite cartridges hand-over-fist. Well, that was the last we saw of Stalky. A week or so later the passes were shut with snow, and I don't think Stalky wanted to be found particularly just then." "He didn't," said the fair and fat Abanazar. "He didn't.
And she wur coaxin', and coaxin', and wheedlin', and wheedlin' a' the blessed wa'. "Wa'at didst thou let yon chap mak' oop tiv'ee for?" says I. "I deedn't, John," says she, a squeedgin my arm. "You deedn't?" says I. "Noa," says she, a squeedgin of me agean. 'Lor, John! interposed his pretty wife, colouring very much. 'How can you talk such nonsense? As if I should have dreamt of such a thing!
I'm not going to be conquered here if I can help it. And I look to have you and Mr. Fellowes on my side, as far as may be asked in reason. Her'll find no better husband than I should be to her, I am sure. There's more than a wheedlin' tongue required to mek a married woman happy. I've pretty well proved as I'm not changeable. There's a strong arm to tek care of her.
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