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Page 270 - is bred in the bone will never be out of the flesh." He has been to the " wakes," and taken part in a dancing-match for a new hat, which he has failed to win. PEGGY hates dancing. It is the " dule's drum, an' leeads to a foo's eend." Moreover, TIM has come home minus his coat, and at an hour, too, when no decent people
Page 55 - tramps from place to place; And I'm sure to get a beau, Where'er I shows my face. To the girls I fortunes tell; To the men I glance so sly; And when one my palm doth cross, To the other I winks my eye— Sing—pray attend, Who've kettles to mend, To the jolly gipsy girl.
Page 265 - un I wouldno' care, for thou'rt as mich short o' that as thou'rt o'erfitted wi' tongue. PEGGY : Thou'rt provokin, Tim. TIM : An' so art thou. PEGGY : What didt' begin o this for ? TIM : What did thou begin it for ? PEGGY : I didno' do. I nobbut fund faut wi thee, an
Page 261 - At th' bottom, wheere else ? Dost think I began i'th' middle, as if I're powin (hair cutting) ? I had moore sense than that comes to, surely. PEGGY : Ay, thou started at th' bottom, an' cleeant up to'th top, thou great leatheryead ! Thy knees may weel be soppin weet. An' thou's doanced about i'th' stairs wi
Page 148 - word ; but he announces the fact that—" Miss St. Clair is indisposed, and has left the house," that was all. The chairman grew pale at this announcement, and immediately descended from his dais. He hardly believed in the reported indisposition. The girl must have gone away from some other cause. Giving a significant nod
Page 214 - them, what their past had been, and what their future was likely to be. " Hoo's a fortin-teller, by gaddlins!" observed Sam at Knocker's in a whispei to Eobin o' Thrutcher's. "Or else a witch," suggested Kobin. " Hoo's an arrant owd witch, an' nowt else," whispered Buttery Joe. "I' that case we mun hide th
Page 279 - clooas winno fit him so comfortably when he comes t' put 'em on; an' I curled his yure better than if he'd paid Jack Barber thrippence for dooin it. PEGGY : An' thou did reet for once; though I could hardly have expected it fro' thee. Wur my mother mich hurt? TIM : I dunno think
Page 143 - What dun yo' meean. Isno' hoo weel, an' a lady ? " The expression on Chitty's face had changed from the smile of inward satisfaction to the look of deep misery. He found he had been playing with an old man's feelings to an unwarrantable extent, and the arrows of contrition pierced his soul. Miss St.
Page 208 - an' it wur laid out i'th' big chamber at th'' Throstle Neest.' Everybody ut see'd it said they knew th' shawl an' th' napkin to be Betty's. So th' krunner went o'er her, an' th' jury browt it in—'Squozzen to deeoth in a tree, but how they didno' know.
Page 289 - PEGGY : What dost meean by that ? TIM : Well, havin Betty's name rubbed off th' sign, an' havin Jack's put on ; a sort o' transfer—done at th' church, thou sees. PEGGY : Nay, I think Jack has moore sense than goo an' hang his hat up theere. He's too partikilar fort