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"Y'r Flowers are beside me," and, "I beg you not Riske y'r Life Foolishly," and "I shall be very Miserable Indeed" But then: "Y'r Old Plamate & Well Wisher"! Nay, she was inscrutable as ever. And my reply, what was that to be? How I composed it in the state of mind I was in, I have no conception to this day. I asked forgiveness for my cruelty on that memorable morning I had last seen her.
Sadie, le' go Pet, an' go 'n get them turkeys out of the grass 'fore it gits dark! Bob, you go tell y'r dad if he wants the rest o' them cows milked he's got 'o do it himself. I jest can't, and what's more, I won't," she ended, rebelliously. Having strained the milk and fed the children, she took some skimmed milk from the cans and started to feed the calves bawling strenuously behind the barn.
Mister Schoolmaster Moon, with y'r forehead wrinkled with teachin', With y'r face full o' larnin', a plaster stuck on y'r cheek-bone, Say, do y'r children mind ye, and larn their psalm and their texes?
M' word is this t' all time: M' word is th' simple word o' the old prophets that ye conned by heart at y'r mother's knee: Y' ha' seen the author o' crime an' outrage an' murder tryin' to wrest the judgment, t' pervert the court, to slander the dead, t' send into th' wilderness a poor innocent scapegoat o' sin, to defile the vera presence o' death.
"An' what fer do ye need food before y'r execution?" he added, with a twist of his mouth. "Before execution, ye turkey-cock before execution is the time to eat and drink. How shall the bloomin' carnage gore the Libyan sands, if there ain't no refreshment for the vitals and the diagrams?"
Who were her godfathers and godmothers?" "I dunno, y'r gryce. There wasn't no religion in it. They said she'd have to be called somefink, and so they called her that. Lou was always plenty for 'er till she went there yistiddy." "What did she do before yesterday?" "Sold flowers w'en she could get 'em to sell.
Y're the fiery furnace of all the world's hopes and fears, of all earth's people, of all poets' dreams; an' God only knows what a mess o' slag y're turning out! Y'r muck rakers are belching y'r failures to the four corners of earth! Justice perverted! Courts in fee to the highest bidder!
He spoke in a voice loud enough to awaken every sleeper in the house. "Have t' be, or there'd be a pair of us." "You'll laugh out o' the other side o' y'r mouth when you saw away on one o' the bell-collar steaks this house puts up," ended the clerk, as he put the lamp down. "Sufficient unto the morn is the evil thereof," called Albert after him.
'Twas a bonnie e'e, like silver stars; or a bit blush, like the pippin; or laughter, like a wimplin' brook; or lips, like posies; or hair, like links o' gold; and mair o' the like till the lassie came rinnin' oot o' y'r room, fair red wi' shame! Losh, mon, ye maun keep a still tongue in y'r head and not blab oot y'r thoughts o' a wife till she believes na mon can hae peace wi'out her.
Clancy had his suspicions and had to verify them. "Talcott, you're off y'r feed. Girl gone back on yeh?" Bradley refused to reply and Clancy took delight in spreading the story among his gang. They respected Bradley's physique too much to push him unduly, however.
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