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You're jest goin' to show me wher' you sat." For a second Jim's heart seemed to stand still. He was not used to lying. However, he realized only too well how the least hesitation would surely hang him, and he promptly nodded his head. "Sure I will. Come right along." And he led the way diagonally from the horseman's tracks, so as to strike the river obliquely.
The XII statute remember to observe For all the paine thou hast for love and wo All is too lite her mercie to deserve Thou musten then thinke wher er thou ride or go And mortale wounds suffre thou also All for her sake, and thinke it well besette Upon thy love, for it maie not be bette. Chaucer's 'Court of Love'
Bud slid into his seat hurriedly after a brief ablution in the kitchen, and his mother questioned him sharply. "Bud, wher you be'n? Did the minister get invited out?" The boy grinned and slowly winked one eye at Gardley. "Yes, he's invited out, all right," he said, meaningly. "You don't need to wait fer him. He won't be home fer some time, I don't reckon."
What thynge maye I promis them, by meane wherof thei may have me in reverence to love, or to feare, when the warre beyng ended, they have not anie more to doe with me? wher of maie I make them ashamed, whiche be borne and brought up without shame? whie shoulde thei be ruled by me who knowe me not? By what God or by what sainctes may I make them to sweare?
All of which seems like so much hoss sense, seem' the natur' of things is that most gals needs their minds made up for 'em. You see, Bull, I kind o' fancy womenfolk ain't just ord'nary. They got a bug that makes 'em think queer wher' men are concerned.
"Come along into the daguerreyan car, Mis' Stillman," invited the landlady. "You never see the inside o' one, did you?" "Laws! is that wher' you're garn to? I can't stop but a minute. Hit looks mighty fine. The boys said this feller was drivin' into town last night when meetin' broke. Who's garn to have their picter took? You, Jane?" "Me?" replied the neighbor. "Laws! no: I ain't rich."
But it takes time. Say, we ain't dead in Suffering Creek yet. I'll be around before " "Trouble gits busy." Minky laughed hollowly. "Sure. I'm most gener'ly around when trouble gits busy. I'm made like that." "I'm glad." Bill drank up the remains of his drink and began to move away. "Wher' you going now?" inquired Minky. "See my plugs fed an' watered, and then gittin' around my shack.
Why 'ud I get lost more'n other fellers? You guess I'm a kid but I ain't. Lost! Gee! Say, sis, Peter orter know'd wher' I was. I told him I was goin'. An' I went. Sure I went." He rubbed his delicate hands together in his glee. His eyes sparkled again with rising excitement. But Eve forgot her fears for him now; she was interested.
I kin trust ye with my secret, an' I'm goin' ter do it. The Standishes, are New England folk high-toned an' mighty particler. It's as easy fer them ter be virtuous as ter eat punkin pie fer breakfast. I come from Wisconsin, where we think more of our bodies than our souls; an' 'twas in Wisconsin that I first met Dr. Standish. He had a call to the town, wher I lived with with my sister.
That euery manne hath enoughe, wher no manne couettes more. That neuer content, is of all other the moste cruell restles plague. For whome she catcheth, she throweth a foote beneth beggery, whilest thei canne finde none ende of their scrattinge, but the more thei haue, the fellier gnaweth their longing.
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