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Presently he knelt down and examined the soles of the dead man's blucher boots, and then, rising with an air of conviction, exclaimed: "Brummy! by gosh! busted up at last! "I tole yer so, Brummy," he said impressively, addressing the corpse. "I allers told yer as how it 'ud be an' here y'are, you thundering jumpt-up cuss-o'-God fool.
"So here y'are, master, and good luck t'ye!" said John and with scarce a rustle, swift and stealthy as an Indian, he was gone and I alone in the gloom. Hereupon I debated with myself whether I should get me into the city straight away or wait till the morrow, the which question was resolved by my falling into a sweet and dreamless slumber.
As he crossed the street on this errand on this particular evening, Postick, the local bill-poster, came hurrying out of the printer's shop with a bundle of handbills under his arm, and as he sped past Stoner, thrust a couple of them into the clerk's hand. "Here y'are, Mr. Stoner!" he said without stopping. "Something for you to set your wits to work on.
Oh, but y'are young to talk so." "Young or old, what else have I to live for?" He put on his best clothes. The good dame remonstrated. "My pretty Gerard, know that it is Tuesday, not Sunday." "Oh, Tuesday is it? I thought it had been Saturday." "Nay, thou hast slept long. Thou never wearest thy brave clothes on working days. Consider." "What I did, when she lived, I did.
Business brought me up, and as soon as it's settled I pack." "Too quick despairer but I take it ye'll be bound just now for the Cheese. Right y'are; and I'll do meself the honour to lunch wid ye, at your expense." Everyone knows and loves the Bashaw, alias the O'Driscoll, that genial failure.
Eumolpus, concern'd at our grief, and particularly mindful of Gito's tenderness to him; "surely," says he, "y'are the greatest of fools, who have souls enrich'd with virtues, that may make ye happy, yet live a continu'd martyrdom, raising to your selves every day new occasions of grief; I, wherever I am, make my life as pleasant and free from trouble, as if I expected no more of it: If you'll imitate me, never let cares disturb your quiet.
How do you know that, Sir? Sir Tim. I see y'are fair, and I guess you're a Maid. Phil. Your Guess is better than your Eye-sight, Sir. Sir Tim. Whate'er you are, by Fortune, I wish you would permit me to love you with all your Faults. Phil. You? Pray who are you? Sir Tim. A Man, a Gentleman and more, a Knight too, by Fortune. Phil.
'Look 'ere, retorted Grattles, standing on the tips of his large boots to look more imposing, 'my stumick's a bit orf when it comes to fat, and I wants the vally of my penny; give us a muttony one, with lots of gravy. ''Ere y'are, then, said Spilsby, quite out of temper with his fastidious customer; ''ere's a pie as is all made of ram as 'adn't got more fat on it than you 'ave.
"Hooky!" he said. "I'm off," Wilks replied. "Unless you're pal enough to lend me a quid," he added, laughing. "I am that," responded Hewitt, plunging his hand in his pocket. "I'm flush, my boy, flush, and I've been wetting it pretty well to-day. Have two, if you want 'em or three; there's plenty more, and you'll do the same for me some day. Here y'are."
You can jest bet high on that." "Who's goin' t' live on ye?" "You're aimun' to." "I ain't, neither." "Yes, y'are. You've loafed on me ever since I hired ye." "That's a" Lime checked himself for Marietta's sake, and the enraged father went on: "I hired ye t' cut wood, an' you've gone an' fooled my daughter away from me. Now you jest figger up what I owe ye, and git out o' here.
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