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"Belong to the yacht, ye'r honour." Lord B. heard laughing in the cabin; he would not wait to interrogate the men; he walked aft, followed by Mr Stewart, looked down the skylight, and perceived his daughter and Mrs Lascelles with, as he supposed, Hautaine and Ossulton.
Yer mare's a good little filly, w'en she's right, but ye'r up against it." Porter stopped and looked at the horseman. He was Mike Gaynor, a trainer, and more than once Porter had stood his friend.
"Lord keep 's!" cried Mungo, hastily drawing his bolts. "Hae ye changed ye'r mind already and left the inns? It's a guid thing for your wife ye're no marrit, or she wad be the sorry woman wi' sic a shiftin' man." His astonishment was even greater when Count Victor stood before him a ludicrous figure with his too ample coat.
Mister Bayliss, which is ye'r uncle's lawyer, 'e wants to see ye mighty partikler, an' there ain't no one to say nothin' to 'em, for the dear little Innocent, she's come back from the cold churchyard like a little image o' marble, an' she's gone an' shut 'erself up in 'er own room, sayin' 'Ask Mister Robin to excuse me' poor child! she's fair wore out, that she is!
"Ah! now, ye'r not in earnest?" "Yes, Mary Anne, by all that's" "Well, there now, don't swear, and take care sure Mark Anthony is looking." "Mark Anthony be " "Oh! how passionate you are; I'm sure I never could live easy with you. There, now, give me some sponge cake, and don't be squeezing me, or they'll see you." "Yes, to my heart, dearest girl."
When they returned to Raften he received them with ridicule. "But ye'r a poor lot o' hunters. Ye'd all starve if it wasn't for the White settlement nearby. Faith, if ye was rale Injun ye'd sit up all night at that hole till he come out in the morning: then ye'd get him; an' when ye get through with that one I've got another in the high pasture ye kin work on."
'Tis a damp night out for ye'r rheumatis. The fog risin' too, likely?" The old piper went to her chair and stood looking at her with a fixed gaze, "Moira!" he said vehemently, "Moira O'Donnell that was, the stars are bright over the Round Stone, an' th' moon is risin' behind th' Hill o' Delights, and the first white puffs of incense are risin' from th' whirl-hole of th' river.
Nothing loath, Webfoot claimed the penalty from the crowd perched in the trees, in some instances not without the aid of his six-shooter, and the jack was then turned loose in the palisade. "He's eatin' grass," piped up old Grease-top Jamie. "Say, I can see twenty jackasses eatin', down to the boardin' house at Blue Tent any day, an' I don't have to pay no dollar, neither. Turn out ye'r baar!"
"Weel, I'll tell thee what I's sure on, and that is that thoo art yan o' them folks as waddant part with the reek off their kail. Ye'r nobbut an auld blatherskite, 'Becca, as preaches mair charity in a day ner ye'r ready to stand by in a twelvemonth. Come, Reuben, whip up yer dobbin. Let's away to my own house.
"You are." "I ain't. I want to go home. I'm sick of this business." "Ye'r not goin' till the guy comes, I tell ye." "When's he comin'?" "I don't know." "He'll stay there till midnight. They always do. I never got home till mornin' when I was courtin', an' Sal wasn't half as sweet as the 'fessor's daughter. Gad, she's a peach!" "Ye'r no judge of beauty, Tom Fleet," was the retort.
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