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"I allow she didn't die, nuther," said Jos; "not ser long ez she hed thet young un to look arter!" "Yer air right, Jos!" said Aunt Ri. "I allow yer air right. Thar couldn't nothin' kill her, short er wild beasts, ef she hed ther baby 'n her arms! She ain't dead, not ef the baby ez erlive, I allow. Thet's some comfort." Felipe sat with his face buried in his hands.
There were 11,000 verses to this song the chorus being "Tural lural dural, ri fol day" which was repeated twice at the end of each verse making as you will at once see the appalling number of 22,000 "tural lural dural, ri fol days" and the man still lives.
Hees pretty well: he has voided one stone since And now finds ease. Ri. La. O, wench, I had almost undone my selfe, Come o'tother side, reach me that peticote; Ile tell the storie as I make me ready. Enter Device, Sister. Sis. Ist possible you can talke thus and be no travailer? De.
Well, away and get the horses readie, sirra, For I shall ride you and your witt together. Tho. Alas, any foole may ride me, but I would faine see any man ride Mistres Dorothy. Do. Ri. I am sorry I must leave such a Companion. But more lament the cause. I wish him health; My presence cannot serve him. Do. Nor shee when you are gone. My Lady does expect another hunt's up. La.
I must rise and walke in the Chamber; there is no remedy. Ri. You will catch more cold. La. Oh, no, no, deere life, do not crosse me; and you were in my torment you would rise and trie any thing for a little ease. It cannot be worse; the paine sure came with a cold, and who knowes but an other cold may cure me. Ri. I prethe come to bed agen. La.
Then having said good-by to Ri, the Count heard him murmur to Eleanor "Couldn't you er couldn't you just manage to see me off?" "With very great pleasure!" she replied in a hearty voice that seemed curiously enough rather to damp than cheer his drooping spirits. No sooner had they left the room together than Darius, junior, turned energetically to his guest, and said in a voice ringing with pride
I shall expect youle hunt with me i'th morning; I have a pack of Doggs sent me will make The Forrest ring. Fra. Ile cheerefully attend you, I love the sport; as earlie as you please, Sir. Ri. I wish wee had all pleasures to delight you, But no thing wants in my true love to serve you. Fra. Yet I must cuckold him; I cannot helpe it. Act the Third. Enter Thomas with Sir Richards bootes. Tho. Sir.
The sight of the mountain affected him, as it had always affected Aunt Ri, with an indefinable, solemn sense of something revealed, yet hidden. "San Jacinto?" he said to a bystander, pointing to it with his whip. "Yes, Senor," replied the man. As he spoke, a pair of black horses came whirling round the corner, and he sprang to one side, narrowly escaping being knocked down.
Looking lovingly at him they raised their glasses and drank his health. "Girlsh," said the man, bcsccchingly, "I allus trea's yehs ri', didn' I? I'm goo' f'ler, ain' I, girlsh?" "Sure!" again they chorused. "Well," said he finally, "le's have nozzer drink, zen." "That's right," hailed a woman, "that's right. Yer no bloomin' jay! Yer spends yer money like a man. Dat's right."
"At your service, my lord. . . . I'll leave your candles on the dresser . . . and your rooms are quite ready . . . I sleep at the top of the house myself, but if your lordship'll only call loudly enough, I daresay I shall hear." "All right, Jelly . . . and . . . I say, put the lamp out the fire'll give us all the light we need and we don't want to attract the passer-by." "Al ri', my lord." Mr.
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