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"You've remembered that, have you?" "Yes, Alfred," said his wife. "And are you sorry for all your bad behavior?" demanded Mr. Hatchard. Mrs. Hatchard hesitated. Then a clatter of fire-irons downstairs moved her to speech. "Ye-yes," she sobbed. "And you want me to take you back?" queried the generous Mr. Hatchard. "Ye-ye-yes," said his wife. Mr.
"Ye-ye-yes," stammered Mr Case. "I thought it my duty to do so; not out of any malice or ill-will to this good man." "You have done him no injury," said Sir Arthur, coolly. "I am ready to make him a new lease, whenever he pleases, of his farm, and I shall be guided by a memorandum of the original bargain, which he has in his possession. I hope I never shall take an unfair advantage of anyone."
Will you hold that noise, sir?" "Ye-ye-yes," sobbed the little boy, rubbing his face very hard. "Then do so at once, sir," said Squeers. "Do you hear?" As this admonition was accompanied with a threatening gesture, and uttered with a savage aspect, the little boy rubbed his face harder, and between alternately sniffing and choking, gave no further vent to his emotions. "Mr.
He once had the impudence to practise his mockery upon a worthy gentlemen in the neighbourhood, who was so unfortunate as to be unable to speak without stuttering. The gentleman happening to pass by Mr. Fribble's door, at which our little monsieur was then standing with a magpie in his hand." "Ye-ye-yes, replied the saucy fop, be-be-better than you do, or else I would wring his head off."
"Why did you leave your happy 'ome and your children wot loved you?" The potman let off a whistle that you could have 'eard acrost the river, and as for me, I thought I should ha' dropped. To have a woman standing sobbing and taking my character away like that was a'most more than I could bear. "Did he run away from you?" ses the potman. "Ye-ye-yes," she ses.
"You've remembered that, have you?" "Yes, Alfred," said his wife. "And are you sorry for all your bad behavior?" demanded Mr. Hatchard. Mrs. Hatchard hesitated. Then a clatter of fire-irons downstairs moved her to speech. "Ye-yes," she sobbed. "And you want me to take you back?" queried the generous Mr. Hatchard. "Ye-ye-yes," said his wife. Mr.
Then, suddenly, I remembered how one fright could destroy another fright, and I frowned up at him and shouted sternly: "You just hold on to that rope! If you don't I'll thrash you within an inch of your life when I get you down on the ground! Understand?" "Ye-ye-yes, sir," he whimpered, and I saw that the thing had worked.
"Why did you leave your happy 'ome and your children wot loved you?" The potman let off a whistle that you could have 'eard acrost the river, and as for me, I thought I should ha' dropped. To have a woman standing sobbing and taking my character away like that was a'most more than I could bear. "Did he run away from you?" ses the potman. "Ye-ye-yes," she ses.
A smart burly man, with acute features, stepped on the footboard of the carriage, and, moving with the train, asked what sort of rug it was. "Eh! a b-b-blue one, wi-wi " "With," interrupted the man, "black outside and noo straps?" "Ye-ye-yes yes!" "All right, sir, you shall have it at the next station," said the acute-faced man, stepping on the platform and allowing the train to pass.
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