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A BREAM OW NABONASSAK. 97
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" Sir, Your Most Dear Daughters." " I Pr...
Striding" over to the corner , Ned seized his gun , saying bitterly as he quitted the room , " "Well , Margaret , all your accomplishments dinner
_t & re not of much use to you . You can't give your husband a _^ ' Or He teach nearl your knocked servant to down tie up the a shuffling pudding . boy " in the doorway as he y
went out in his blind rage , saying as he hurried by , " T > ick , - You when 'll find you ' ve me had at Bob what Settler dinner 's ' you can get , come after me .
. -. ; .- " _-Oh f He ' s going there , " said the grimy cook , looking after him _tranquill €€ "Wellhe y , won her 't own be home equanimit afore y mornin undisturbed % and then by the he'll circumstances be in a nice _*
, < _. _- . state . _" Master , I ' speets commonl . " y gets a good dinner up there , Maister Bob into the kitchen
_^ . into cooks carry the ing it long the hisself dirt room , " y knive observed and s by the lacentl the boy blades y , commenced loung . Slatternl ing gathering y Jane up turned the
comp p don lates 't want and no dishes supp , say er ing as Master to in her won mistress 't be , home " I s ' ? pose T , ' aint mum worth , you
_^ while to go cooking again the _^ evening _^ only for you , mum _!" " No , no , " said Margaret , " anything will do for but me . " feare
" I ' m very sorry , mum , " continued Jane , " I ' m d Master ¦ " ¦ I shall won' sit t be back myself till " late answered . You' Margaret d best let . me sit up . "
whistle . . She . turned broke to down up the fire and , , and she tried burst to into whistle tears . . Poor I strove Meg hard ! The to
-comfort her , but I was only a phantom and could do nothing , < a " Don't in take a perfectl on so , mum , " said comfortable the placid state Jane of , with mind the . And tone so of
say person ing , she carried off y the easy pudding , in a triumphant and gloating , manner " You , evidentl cooked y the considering dinner wretchedl it as a successful " cried work Margaret of art rall . ying , y
, . please and " Indeed one you gleam . " , mum She of fire ! marched " s shooting aid Jane on , from to "I ' the m the very kitchen tearful sorry , eyes and , mum . crash , as went I can' a t ;
vcoup . The le boy of p , lates with by his way feet of still revenge shuffling . under the table , was bolting
the mutton with all his might . Jane took the dish and helped iherself .
in " the "When air folks arid , " looking said she up , in piousl a moralising y " When tone folks , poising despises her good fork
_ivittles " If , you I always , mean notice Master , they , " said comes the to , boy a bad , nearl / _aend y . " choking himself tremendous
scan . with tell the ' ee hard he mutton don't , desp and ise recovering good vittle with she ' a s too glad to gul get p , ' em " I .
And if he comes to a bad 7 iend _> I guess , he'U put the fault on Missus and you . " .
jmaxL . " That takin won ' his 't sins supprise on hisself me , " said , instead Jane . of " putten Whenever _* ' em I on sees _sodolo a ,
A Bream Ow Nabonassak. 97
A BREAM OW _NABONASSAK . 97
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Oct. 1, 1862, page 97, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01101862/page/25/
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