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'I shall walk home with you, said he, as Sylvia at last rose to depart, warned by a further glimpse of Philip's angry face. 'No! said she, hastily, 'I can't do with yo''; for somehow she felt the need of pacifying Philip, and knew in her heart that a third person joining their tete-a-tete walk would only increase his displeasure. 'Why not? said Charley, sharply. 'Oh!
At that Essy's face began to shake piteously. Standing by the door, she cried quietly, with soft sobs, neither hiding her face nor drying her tears as they came. "You had better tell me," said the Vicar. "I s'all nat tall yo'," said Essy, with passionate determination, between the sobs. "You must." "I s'all nat I s'all nat." "Hiding it won't help you," said the Vicar. Essy raised her head.
The word was frozen upon his horrified lip, for Timbertoes had actually set his blue-clad shoulder to the door, and now, bending his brawny back, positively began to heave at it with might and main, cheering and encouraging himself meanwhile with sundry nautical "yo ho's." And all this in broad daylight! In St. James's Square! "Wot's this? Stop it! Get out now, d'ye hear!"
'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.
"Gentlemen must always have the best, ding it all! I though you were sufficiently well bred to know that the best of everything in this world is for white people." "Dat's so," said Sauls, "but yo member dat time Bob Sims cum nie beat'n dat white man head off bout insult'n dat tudder gal er his. I feared mon." "That's all right, Calvin; I'll stand by you.
I jest caught you in time!" "Thank you," said the man. "I really didn't know what I was doing. All I wanted to do was to get away from the wreck, and I took the first path I saw. I must have got out of breath, for when I reached the top of the hill I couldn't go any more, and I just slipped down." "I saw you!" exclaimed Sam. "Maybe dat whack you got on top ob yo' haid makes you feel funny."
"Happen yo're not aware, M'Adam," he said sternly, "that, an' it had not bin for me, David'd ha' left you years agone and 'twould nob'but ha' served yo' right, I'm thinkin'." The little man was beaten on his own ground, so he changed front. "Dinna shout so, man I have ears to hear, Forbye ye irritate Wullie."
"I beg yo' pardon, ma'm, but haven't you got a picture of yo'se'f you would give me?" "A picture of me? What do you want with it, Mr. Reverend?" "My cabin is under the hill, and in the winter time it is dark there and I would like to have have a never-failing lamp to lighten it." "Oh," and her hands were pressed to her bosom, "You can't mean that." "Ma'm, I don't joke about sacred things." "Mr.
Don't yo' never feel, somehow, like yo' was tendin' a gyarden of purty flowers, an' a-drivin' away the grubs an' bugs what would make 'em wilt an' die?" "To be sure I do, my child," he answered, wondering if she realized how apt was her simile, since most disease is, indeed, caused by "bugs an' grubs." "And many people, with imaginations like yours, have felt exactly the same.
'Yo've been at t' prayer-meetin, I tell yo, an yo're a great stupid muffin-yed, soa theer. And a peremptory little kick on his shoulder from a substantial shoe gave the words point. He sprang up in a rage, ran down the hill, jumped over a wall or two, and got rid of her. But he seemed to hear her elfish laugh for some time after. As for himself, he could not analyse what had come over him.
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