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"Well," said Darius, glowing, "we've had a bit o' luck in getting that up! Never had less trouble! Shows we can do better without those Foundry chaps than with 'em! James, ye can have a quart brought in, if ye'n a mind, but I won't have them apprentices drinking! No, I won't! Mrs Nixon'll give 'em some nettle-beer if they fancy it." He was benignant.
In this situation she was descried by her discreet matronly cousin, who lost no time in coming up, having just given the baby into her husband's charge. "What's the matter wi' ye?" said Bess the matron, taking up the bundle and examining it. "Ye'n sweltered yoursen, I reckon, running that fool's race.
'Why, it's ages since 'And what d'ye reckon ye'n gotten here? demanded the old man. 'It's my new car, Harold explained. 'And ca'st drive it, lad? asked the old man. 'I should think I could! said Harold confidently. 'H'm! commented the old man, and then he shook hands, and thoroughly scrutinized Maud.
His head was very small the sole remainder of the doll in him. A little man approached him, conscious somewhat too obviously conscious of his right to approach. Myatt nodded. "Ye'n settled him, seemingly, Jos!" said the little man. "Well," said Myatt, with slow bitterness. "Hadn't he been blooming well begging and praying for it, aw afternoon? Hadn't he now?" The little man nodded.
Mark my words." "Efore that ey shan see ye burned, ye faggot," cried Jennet, almost fiercely. "Ye'n gotten the fiend's mark o' your sleeve," cried Nance. "Ey see it written i' letters ov blood." "That's where our cat scratted me," replied Jennet, hiding her arm quickly. "Good! very good!" observed Potts, rubbing his hands.
He sat in the luxurious tonneau behind, and Maud had quitted her husband in order to join him. Possibly she liked the humorous wrinkles round his grey eyes. Or it may have been the eyes themselves. And yet Dan was nearer seventy than sixty. The car passed everything on the road; it seemed to be overtaking electric trams all the time. 'So ye'n been married a year? said Uncle Dan, smiling at Maud.
And in about a hundred seconds or so he had her in the drawing-room, and she was actually pouring out gin for him. She looked ravishing in that peignoir, especially as she was munching an apple, and balancing herself on the arm of a chair. 'So he's been quarrelling with ye, Maud? Dan began. 'No; not quarrelling, uncle. 'Well, call it what ye'n a mind, said Dan. 'Call it a prayer-meeting.
Fust time I spoke to her I thought I should ha' fallen down. Steady with that water. Dost want for skin me alive? Yes, I thought I should ha' fallen down. They call'n it love. You can call it what ye'n a mind for call it. I nearly fell down." "How did you meet her, uncle?" Herbert interposed, aware that his uncle had not been accustomed to move in theatrical circles. "How did I meet her?
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