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“Bob,” she said, after a few moments, looking down at the baby,Ondrej Pavelec Tröjor, and holding it anxiously, as if she feared it might slip from her mind and her fingers, “I have a favor to ask of you.”
“Don’t you speak so, Miss,Vincent Trocheck Tröjor,” said Bob, grasping the skin of Mumps’s neck; “if there’s anything I can do for you, I should look upon it as a day’s earnings.”
“I want you to go to Dr. Kenn’s,Radek Faksa Tröjor, and ask to speak to him,Matt Read Tröjor, and tell him that I am here, and should be very grateful if he would come to me while my mother is away. She will not come back till evening.”
“Eh, Miss, I’d do it in a minute — it is but a step — but Dr. Kenn’s wife lies dead; she’s to be buried to-morrow; died the day I come from Mudport. It’s all the more pity she should ha’ died just now, if you want him. I hardly like to go a-nigh him yet.”
“Oh no, Bob,Chris Conner Tröjor,” said Maggie, “we must let it be — till after a few days, perhaps, when you hear that he is going about again. But perhaps he may be going out of town — to a distance,Keith Tkachuk Tröjor,” she added,NHL Mens Vancouver Canucks Black Camo Stack Pullover Hoodie, with a new sense of despondency at this idea.
“Not he, Miss,Jeff Zatkoff Tröjor,” said Bob. “He’ll none go away. He isn’t one o’ them gentlefolks as go to cry at waterin’-places when their wives die; he’s got summat else to do. He looks fine and sharp after the parish, he does. He christened the little un; an’ he was at me to know what I did of a Sunday, as I didn’t come to church. But I told him I was upo’ the travel three parts o’ the Sundays — an’ then I’m so used to bein’ on my legs, I can’t sit so long on end — ‘an’ lors, sir,’ says I, ‘a packman can do wi’ a small ‘lowance o’ church; it tastes strong,’ says I; ‘there’s no call to lay it on thick.’ Eh, Miss, how good the little un is wi’ you! It’s like as if it knowed you; it partly does, I’ll be bound — like the birds know the mornin’.”
Bob’s tongue was now evidently loosed from its unwonted bondage, and might even be in danger of doing more work than was required of it. But the subjects on which he longed to be informed were so steep and difficult of approach, that his tongue was likely to run on along the level rather than to carry him on that unbeaten road. He felt this, and was silent again for a little while, ruminating much on the possible forms in which he might put a question. At last he said,CG Dame Brookvale Hooded Strøk, in a more timid voice than usual —
“Will you give me leave to ask you only one thing, Miss?”
Maggie was rather startled, but she answered,Ralph Lauren Tee, “Yes, Bob, if it is about myself — not about any one else.”
“Well, Miss, it’s this. Do you owe anybody a grudge?”
“No,Casey Cizikas Tröjor, not any one,” said Maggie, looking up at him inquiringly. “Why?”
“Oh,Jhonas Enroth Tröjor, lors, Miss,” said Bob, pinching Mumps’s neck harder than ever. “I wish you did, an’ tell me; I’d leather him till I couldn’t see — I would — an’ the Justice might do what he liked to me arter.”
“Oh, Bob,” said
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