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But for coming? Ain't I to be paid extra for the journey?" "You are to have a thousand dollars." "H'sh! you speak of money as though every one has a business to know that you have got your pockets full. What's a thousand dollars, seeing all that I have done for you!" "It's all that you're going to get. It's all, indeed, that I have got to give you." "Gammon."
The service seemed interminable, and all that time the indignant damsel, wedged in between her aunt and the openly exultant enemy of her House, was compelled to endure in silence. She did indeed attempt one remark, and Master Hardy, with a horrified expression of outraged piety, said "H'sh," and shook his head at her.
A horrified groan from the cupboard fell like music on her ears. Then the smile forsook her lips, and she stood quivering with indignation as the groan gave way to suppressed but unmistakable laughter. "H'sh!" she said sharply, and with head erect sailed out of the room and went downstairs to give Mr. Pilbeam his breakfast.
"Well, if nobody knows, it don't matter," said Mr. Jobson. "As I was saying, it's very kind of you all, but I can't wear 'em. Where's my others?" Mrs. Jobson hesitated. "Where's my others?" repeated her husband. "They're being took care of," replied his wife, with spirit. "Aunt Emma's minding 'em for you and you know what she is. H'sh! Alf! Alf! I'm surprised at you!" Mr. Jobson coughed.
"What is it?" I asked in an undertone, after a couple of moments' further ineffectual peering. "I can't see anything." "H'sh!" he muttered, hoarsely, without looking in my direction. Then, all at once, with a quick little gasp, he sprang across the wheel-box, and stood beside me, trembling. His gaze appeared to follow the movements of something I could not see. I must say that I was startled.
Annie and the nurse came out to the edge of the broad path which ran along the front of the house and peered into the darkness. Annie was crying and holding on to the nurse, whose almost fierce determination faded as she confronted the mystery of the night which hid her master and mistress. "H'sh, Annie," she whispered. "Where can they be? Listen, I tell you!" Annie strove to choke down her sobs.
"That's his stiff arm, Frank; see how he moves it the one hanging down, I mean, with black box good gracious! now, I wonder " "H'sh!" whispered Frank, "not so loud; he might hear you." "Not with the roosters crowing like they are," said Andy confidently. "But just glimpse the black box would you, Frank?" "I am looking," returned the other.
He saw a small, brick- paved yard, in which trim myrtles and flowering plants stood about in freshly ochred pots, and, opening the door a little wider, he slipped in and closed it behind him. "Well?" said a voice, sharply. "What do you want?" Captain Bligh turned, and saw a girl standing in a hostile attitude in the doorway of the house. "H'sh!" he said, holding up his finger.
Pretty stuck her 'ead out. "H'sh!" she ses, in a whisper. "Go away." "I want to see Bob," ses Dicky Weed. "You can't see 'im," ses Mrs. Pretty. "I'm getting 'im to bed. He's been shot, pore dear. Can't you 'ear 'im groaning?" We 'adn't up to then, but a'most direckly arter she 'ad spoke you could ha' heard Bob's groans a mile away. Dreadful, they was. "There, there, pore dear," ses Mrs. Pretty.
"He and Miss Hisgins had been sitting quietly in her aunt's boudoir whilst the old lady chaperoned them, behind a book. It was growing dusk and the lamp was at her end of the table. The rest of the house was not yet lit as the evening had come earlier than usual. "Well, it seems that the door into the hall was open and suddenly the girl said: 'H'sh! what's that?
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