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The ferryman, the lantern lifted, took a look at his passenger. "Mighty wet weather we're having," he said. "Terrible. Don't ever remember it worse." The light of the lantern fell on the horse's mud-caked legs. "Looks as if you'd rid quite a ways." "From this side of Jackson." "That's some ride. Guess y'ain't met many folks." "Not many. Staying indoors this weather, all that can."
There's no getting through the world without a bit of a sperrit. You'll get put upon at every turn else; and if they don't vally you in that house, why, off to another; y'ain't chained to their door, I do suppose." "But, nurse, a young lady cannot live by herself: there is no instance of it." "All wisdom had a beginning. 'Oh, shan't I spoil the pudding once I cut it? quoth Jack's wife."
When told that the Push was waiting for him, he had listened without interest; the matter seemed foreign and remote. The velvety touch of his son's frail body still thrilled his nerves; its sweet, delicate odour was still in his nostrils. And he flatly refused to go. Chook was beside himself with excitement; tears stood in his eyes. "W'y, y'ain't goin' ter turn dawg on me, Jonah, are yer?"
"By gravy, mister," said the farmer, admiringly, "air you in the aggercultural business?" "No," laughed the statesman. "Y'ain't selling plows?" "No." "Then what in thunder air you?" "I'm the member of Congress from this district." "Air you the man I voted for and that I've been reading about in the papers doin' legislatin' and sich in Washington?" "Yes."
'He! he! chuckled Jarper, ''pears as yer all ladies by your own way of showin'. Not that y'ain't 'andsome far be it from me to say as you ain't but Muster Pendle well, that's a different matter. At this moment Gabriel put an end to what threatened to develop into a quarrel by appearing at the vestry door.
Stinky stood motionless, his wits scattered by this sudden change the stillness of his enemy, who a moment ago was beating him down with murderous fists. "'Ere's the johns," cried someone. "Come on, Liz," cried Stinky, and turned to run. "Cum with yous, yer great 'ulkin', stinkin' coward," cried Pinkey, her face crimson with passion, "yer'll be lucky if y'ain't hung fer murder."
Gentlemen mostly thinks a sight of Jen's looks; an' it ain't no harm as I knows on to kiss a tidy girl, if y'ain't married, or th' missus don't object. 'And if I did, what has that to do with it? What do you mean by her shadow? 'Oh, I dunno; I h'ain't seen nothing myself; but they says, whenever any has tried to be friendly with 'er, they's seed something not just o' the right sort.
The man did not finish his speech, but threw himself back as if about to hurl the stone. "Yah!" cried Bob. "Y'ain't got no stone." "No, but I've got a boat up yonder." "Go and fetch it, then," cried Bob derisively. "You young scoundrels! Landing here and destroying our plantations. I'll send the police after you, and have you before the magistrates, you poaching young vagabonds!"
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