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She would not allow him to break that promise, however much he demanded of her. Cronk spoke again: "Ye'd better take off yer things and set down, Flea 'cause ye ain't goin' back." She made no move to obey him. "Yes, I'm goin' back to Flukey," she said, "even if you make me come here again. I haven't left any letter for him.
"Och, yer honor, give me one sixpence, or one penny, for God's sake," cried a voice from the other side of a fancy paling which separated the grounds in that quarter from a thoroughfare. "For heaven's sake, Mr. Lawson, help me as ye helped me before. I know you've the heart and the hand to do it." The person addressed as Mr.
I was brought up ter fight, an' fight like ther devil hisself when it come ter fightin', but I reckon I'm too much o' a derned coward ter murder cold." "Well, this is one o' ther times when it's got ter be did, an' I reckon we might as well be about it. Git ready." "No, sir, I'm not goin' ter do it." "Tom, yer a fool.
'Listen here, an' take a grip on that screamin' woman's tongue o' yours. It don't matter whether he saw you 'r didn't see you, 'cause he won't live t' tell it. 'Oh, Heaven! Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! I didn't mean that I swear to Heaven, I on'y meant to stun him! 'I know yer didn't. Pull yerself together, you quiverin' idiot. D'ye think I meant to do murder? 'No, no, no; o' course not.
"Y're givin' me honest measure, Yank," said the rebel, looking at the cup. "Now, if ye hain't filled the bottom o' yer cup with coffee that's bin biled before, I'll say y're all right. Some o' yo'uns air so dod-gasted smart that y' poke off on we'uns coffee that's bin already biled, and swindle we'uns." "Turn it out and see," said Si.
Tom Stetson killed ole Jack; ole Jass killed Tom, 'n' so hit comes down, fer back as I can ricollect. I hev nuver knowed hit to fail." The lad had risen on one elbow. His face was pale and uneasy, and he averted it when the miller turned in the door. "You'd better stay hyeh, son, 'n' finish up the grist. Hit won't take long. Hev ye got victuals fer yer supper?"
"Hoots, Grizzie! haud yer tongue, my wuman," said the laird, in the gentlest tone, yet with reproof in it. "Ye ken weel it's no my mother wad grudge me the milk ye wad gie me. It was but my'sel' 'at didna think mysel' worthy o' that same, seein' it's no a week yet sin' bonny Hawkie dee'd!" "An' wad ye hae the Lord's anintit depen' upo' Hawkie?" cried Grizzie with indignation.
"I kicks the footboard clean off when I has 'em bad, all along o' my losin' them three year! Why, yer got an orgind, hain't yer? Where's the handle fur to make it go? Couldn't I blow it for yer?" "It's a piano, not an organ; it doesn't need blowing." "Oh, yes, I see one in a s'loon; I seen such an orful pretty lady play on one.
"So you want to buy him off?" said Gashford, the smile expanding to a broad grin. "If yer honour had bin born a judge an' sot on the bench since iver ye was a small spalpeen, ye couldn't have hit it off more nately. That's just what we want to buy him off.
The eye beamed fitfully upon them, occasionally a wave of lambent tremulousness passed across it; its weirdness was an excuse for their drawing nearer each other in playful terror. "Flip." "Well?" "What did the other two want? To see you, too?" "Likely," said Flip, without the least trace of coquetry. "There's been a lot of strangers yer, off and on." "Perhaps you'd like to go back and see them?"
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