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"Yes, dear," said old Mrs Durby, taking off her tortoise-shell spectacles and laying down her work, "I thought of going next week, if it is quite convenient." "It is quite convenient, nurse," continued Netta, in a somewhat flurried manner; "it would be still more convenient if you could go to-morrow or next day." "Deary me what's wrong?" inquired Mrs Durby, in some surprise.
"Oh! Deary me!" said Mrs. Welden. "I can't think what to say, miss. It lifts everythin' everythin'. It's not to be believed. It's like bein' left a fortune." When the wicket gate swung to and the young lady went up the lane, the old woman stood staring after her. And here was a piece of news to run into Charley Jenkins' cottage and tell and what woman or man in the row would quite believe it?
'I know of his brother, Alice, said the old woman, stretching out her neck with a leer of malice absolutely frightful, 'who might have been where you have been for stealing money and who lives with his sister, over yonder, by the north road out of London. 'Where? 'By the north road out of London, deary. You shall see the house if you like. It ain't much to boast of, genteel as his own is.
And the shet-up posy felt real bad; not mean and hateful and begrudgin', you know, and wantin' to take away the nice part from the other posies, but sorry, and kind o' 'shamed. "Oh, deary me!" she says, I most forgot to say 'twas a girl posy, "deary me, what a humly, skimpy, awk'ard thing I be!
Thus no child in Notting Hill could play about the streets without the very lamp-posts reminding him of the salvation of his country in the dreadful year. "Old Wayne was right in a way," commented the King. "The sword does make things beautiful. It has made the whole world romantic by now. And to think people once thought me a buffoon for suggesting a romantic Notting Hill. Deary me, deary me!
"Gone! That can't be! Unless unless " Mrs. Barbara hesitated, and Jinty knew they were thinking the same thing. "Have you told Ah Lon, deary?" "I did this afternoon, and she cried. I never saw her cry before!" "Ah, jes' so! You can't trust they foreigners. But I'll sift this business, I shall!" vigorously said Mrs. Barbara. But for days the disappearance of the locket was a mystery. In Mrs.
"In the haunted glen, just by the Druid's Stone," replied the woman. "At what hour?" "Tin o'clock, deary. Aw, glory be to God! it's just when the clock strikes tin that he'll be waiting for me there." "I have no message," said Nora. "Are you sure, Miss Nora?" "Quite sure." "When will you have?" "Never." "Miss Nora, you don't mane it?" "Yes, I do, Hannah. I have nothing to do with Andy Neil.
Work is the best cure for sorrow; and I think you never will be sorry you tried it. Let us put a bright bit of submission with this dark trouble, and work both into your little life as patiently as we can, deary. Patty put up her trembling lips, and kissed Aunt Pen, grateful for the tender sympathy and the helpful words.
"But the officer man said he was gwine to stay 'bout yere till he gits hum," moaned the poor woman. "He will not do any such thing. Your husband has the woods before him, and he won't let them catch him." "Deary me! I'm 'feared they will." "Where are they now?" "They're gone out to look for him."
If you don't give me three-and-sixpence, don't give me a brass farden. And if you do give me three-and-sixpence, deary, I'll tell you something. He counts the money from his pocket, and puts it in her hand. She instantly clutches it tight, and rises to her feet with a croaking laugh of satisfaction. 'Bless ye! Hark'ee, dear genl'mn. What's your Chris'en name? 'Edwin.
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