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"Wal', yes," said Captain Kittridge; "once when I was to the Bahamas, it was one Sunday morning in June, the first Sunday in the month, we cast anchor pretty nigh a reef of coral, and I was jist a-sittin' down to read my Bible, when up comes a merman over the side of the ship, all dressed as fine as any old beau that ever ye see, with cocked hat and silk stockings, and shoe-buckles, and his clothes were sea-green, and his shoe-buckles shone like diamonds."
"Yee owe," said the wretched man, stretching himself luxuriously. "I've been a-standin' up and a-sittin' down and a-standin' up since last night, an' " Here he suddenly remembered something. He sat up and looked round fearfully. "When it got dark before the moon came I saw the devil! One! I think there was half a dozen of them! I saw them comin' at me in the air.
"Many's the time I've said to you a-sittin' in this very corner, 'Jarge, I've said, 'mark my words, Jarge if ever my Prue does marry some'un which she will that there some 'un won't be you. Them be my very words, bean't they, Jarge?" "Your very words, Gaffer," nodded George. "Well then," continued the old man, "'ere's what I was a-comin' to Prue 's been an' fell in love wi' some 'un at last."
You can look about you just as well a-sittin' down," he added, laying the crutch across the front of the perambulator. "Never see such a nipper for noticing, neither. Hi! there goes a rabbit. See 'im? Crost the road there? See him?" Dickie saw, and the crown was set on his happiness. A rabbit. Like the ones that his fancy had put in the mouldering hutch at home.
And I drops down on the floor, just where you're a-sittin', missy, and I says, "Amen, so be it, Lord." I gets up with a washed soul washed in the blood of the Lamb. There was silence; the old man's attitude, his upward gaze, his solemn emphasis, awed and puzzled Betty. 'And now you're in the text! she said at last, somewhat wistfully; as she drew Prince to her, and lifted him into her lap.
Won't make her hot! Why, she's hotter now 'n' billy Buell got last October when that loony habitaw cook o' ourn made up all our marmalade and currant jelly into pies that looked 'n' bit 'n' tasted like wagon dope wropt in tough brown paper; hot! 's hot this minute 's Elise Lièvre's woman got last Spring when she heerd o' him a-sittin' up t' a Otter Lake squaw.
Davies larnt her in a v'ice as seems as if she wur a-singin' in her sleep, but it's very sweet to hear it. Yesterday I crep' near her when she was a-sittin' down lookin' at herself in that 'ere llyn where the water's so clear, "Knockers' Llyn," as they calls it, where her and me and Rhona Boswell used to go. And I heard her say she was "cussed by Henry's feyther."
"I'd ha' been willin' t' ha' her about me till I died and went to lie by my old man. She'd make it easier dyin' she spakes so gentle an' moves about so still. I could be fast sure that pictur' was drawed for her i' thy new Bible th' angel a-sittin' on the big stone by the grave. Eh, I wouldna mind ha'in a daughter like that; but nobody ne'er marries them as is good for aught."
"I ought to have stayed at the law, sor; I'd be a magistrate by now a-sittin' on a sheepskin instead of "Where'll I put this big canvas, sor up agin the bow or laid flat? The last coat ain't dry yet," he muttered to himself, touching my picture with his finger in true paper-hanger style. "Oh, yes, I see all ready, sor, ye kin step in. Same place we painted yesterday, sor? up near the mill?
"It's more than fair; it's generous. But let me ask you: is this protracted-meeting talk you're giving me, or just plain, every-day horse lies?" Brother Japheth halted the parade and there was aggrieved reproachfulness in every line of his long, lantern-jawed face. "Now lookee here; I didn't 'low to find you a-sittin' in the seat of the scornful, Tom-Jeff; I shore didn't.
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