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But to let them go without a word was beyond her. She turned to the Squire. "Misther Helbeck! yo'll tell me on your conscience as it's reet and just afther aw that's passt 'at this yoong woman should go wi yo?" Laura shivered with rage and shame. Her fingers hastened. Mr. Helbeck showed no emotion whatever. "Mrs.
"But supposing I shouldn't meet him in the city?" queried Hamilton gently. "Washington is a large place and there are many other cities." "I reckon you-all have mo' chance o' findin' him thar than I have hyeh. I reckon he an't goin' to come back hyeh, an' then he'd never know that we an't fo'gotten him, an' he'd think we was ungrateful. But yo'll try an' find him?"
"I hopes thet yo' does come back, an' we-all will be here ter welcome ye, D. V." said Rose; then added, shyly, "I hev a gift fer yo' ter take back home ter leetle Muriel, ef yo're willin'. Hit's in the cabin, an', ef yo'll wait, I'll run an' git hit fer ye."
'I'm candlestick, said Kinraid, with less of triumph in his voice than he would have had with any other girl in the room. 'Yo' mun kiss t' candlestick, cried the Corneys, 'or yo'll niver get yo'r ribbon back. 'And she sets a deal o' store by that ribbon, said Molly Brunton, maliciously.
'What are yo makin that roompus for, Davy? began Reuben, with would-be severity. 'Ha done wi yo, or I'll have to tak a stick to yo. But the boy stood akimbo on the steps, and the old farmer shrank before him, as David's black eye travelled past him to a gaunt figure on the stairs. 'Yo'll tak noa stick to me, Uncle Reuben. I'll not put up wi it, and yo know it. I'm goin to bring Louie in.
"Oh, I know dat, Massa Tom yo'll turn dis place upside down in two days suah!" "Why, Aleck, you know I'd never do anything so rash," answered Tom, meekly. "Going to uncover some more freight thieves?" asked Jack Ness, as he took charge of the team and started for the barn. "I think dem boys had bettah cotch some of dem chicken thieves," put in Aleck Pop. "Yo' don't seem to git holt ob dem nohow."
A gray light slid through the half-shut door and through the long, narrow slits in the walls. From the open floor of the loft there came the sweet, heavy scent of hay. "He'll see the door open. He'll come in. He'll find us here." "He wawn't." But Jim shut the door. "We're saafe enoof. But 'tis naw plaace for yo. Yo'll mook yore lil feet. Staay there where yo are tell I tall yo."
And the old men, with their patriarchal manners and their broad speech it had been all sweet and pleasant to her. "Noo, Miss, they tell ma as yo'.are Stephen Fountain's dowter. An I mut meak bold ter cum an speak to thee, for a knew 'un when he was a lile lad." Or "Yo'll gee ma your hand, Miss Fountain, for we're pleased and proud to git, yo' here. Yer fadther an mea gaed to skule togedther.
Sylvia said nothing in direct reply; Kester almost thought she could not have heard him. But, by-and-by, she said, 'Yo'll have heared how Kinraid who's a captain now, and a grand officer has gone and got married. 'Nay! said Kester, in genuine surprise. 'He niver has, for sure! 'Ay, but he has, said Sylvia. 'And I'm sure I dunnot see why he shouldn't.
But sin' those days a ha' been o'er busy to tell stories to my wife, an' as a'll warrant she's forgotten it; an' as Sylvia here niver heerd it, if yo'll fill your glass, Kinraid, yo' shall ha' t' benefit o't. 'A were a specksioneer mysel, though, after that, a rayther directed my talents int' t' smuggling branch o' my profession; but a were once a whaling aboord t' Ainwell of Whitby.
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