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'Twixt yer whiffet of a gal an' yer old of a husband, yer've bewitched all the sense the feller ever hed in his noddle, durn yer!" "Let him talk," jeered the squire. "'T will not bring Phil back. What's more, I'll make him smile the other side of his teeth before I've done with him. Harkee, man, I've a rod in pickle that will make ye cry small."
"I believe it, and you allers will," vociferated the old man, "and I'll tell yer why. I know from the cut of yer jib that yer've allers been eatin' forbidden fruit. If yer lived now a good square life like 'Squire Walton and me, you'd have no reason to complain of yer luck. If I could get a clip at yer with this crutch I'd give yer suthin' else to complain of.
Exactly what occurred I could not see, but when the circle of wildly excited men finally broke apart, the big rebel was lying flat on his back in the yellow mud, and the irate officer was indicating every inclination to press him down out of sight. "Hav' yer hed 'nough, Sam Jenkins?" he questioned, breathlessly. "Then, blame ye, say so." "All right, Abe yer've bested me this time."
"Wilt seek Joe Bagby an' tell him tew git the Invincibles tewgether?" he cried. "He intended tew review 'em tew-morrer fer the ginral, an' their Lordships says they'll see 'em go through Why, strap me, man, what hast thou been at?" "I've been making it a better portrait of the general than it ever was of the king." "But yer've drawn the wrong man!" exclaimed the publican.
"'As good's'll ever come back from wher' yer've been, or 'll pray fer the like of yer, I reckon. Judge not, I tell yer, that yer be not yerself judged. "I tried to smile at the old man. "'Good-day to yer, he grumbled, and walked back in the direction from which he had come. I watched until he was lost in the thickness." Julia looked at Hastings in astonishment.
"I'm damned if I know," returned the marshal, doubtfully. "Don't seem like ye'd do it, but the evidence is straight 'nough, an' thar ain't nothin' fer me ter do but take ye in. I ain't no jedge an' jury." "No, but you ought to have ordinary sense, an' you've known me for three years." "Sure I have, Jack, but if yer've gone wrong, you won't be the first good man I've seen do it.
How d'yer like that, young blunt 'un?" "Not at all," said Tom, who looked very white, and felt a peculiar tingling about the corners of his lips and in his temples. "Course yer don't; but yer've got to like it, and so I tell yer. Smell that."
They watched his slow, difficult approach over the gravel. He came forward without making the slightest recognition of their presence. Stopping full in front of them, he took off his hat, applied a straggling red handkerchief uncertainly to his face, and stared up at the house-front. "They tell me," he muttered, not once looking at either of his interlocutors, "that yer've been and sold it.
Come along er me an' get a cup er cawfee at a stand, an' buck up. If yer've give me that quid straight wish-yer-may-die I'll go with yer an' get a cup myself. I ain't 'ad a bite since yesterday an' 't wa'n't nothin' but a slice o' polony sossidge I found on a dust-'eap. Come on, mister." She pulled his coat with her cracked hand.
When Chook and Pinkey arrived, she had partially destroyed the business, and was regretting that she had been too delicate to marry the greengrocer. She showed Chook the till bulging with copper and silver. "Yer've done us proud," cried Chook, staring. Mrs Partridge sorted out ten shillings from the heap. "That's Mrs Robins's account," she remarked.
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