If you like the service, well, you'll jine; and if you don't, Jim, why, you're free to answer no--free and welcome, shipmate; and if fairer can be said by mortal seaman, shiver my sides!"
"Well," says I, growing a bit bolder, "if I'm to choose, I declare I have a right to know what's what, and why you're here, and where my friends are."
You're not going to faint, are you...as there is no one there?...
'Dudley, dear,' said Claire, softly, 'I've been an awful fool, and I'm dreadful, dreadful sorry, and
you're going to be the nicest, kindest, sweetest man on earth and tell me you've forgiven me.
'
You're safe from being overfed:
You're sweetly picturesque in rags: You never know the aching head That comes along with money-bags: And you have time to cultivate That best of qualities, Content-- For which you'll find your present state Remarkably convenient!'
I don't think
you're in a proper frame of mind to enter the House of God."
An' who is it, I should like to know, as
you're bound t' help and comfort i' the world more nor your own flesh and blood--an' me th' only aunt you've got above-ground, an' am brought to the brink o' the grave welly every winter as comes, an' there's the child as sits beside you 'ull break her little heart when you go, an' the grandfather not been dead a twelvemonth, an' your uncle 'ull miss you so as never was--a-lighting his pipe an' waiting on him, an' now I can trust you wi' the butter, an' have had all the trouble o' teaching you, and there's all the sewing to be done, an' I must have a strange gell out o' Treddles'on to do it--an' all because you must go back to that bare heap o' stones as the very crows fly over an' won't stop at."
"I don't care," Mary protested, "
You're terrible, both of you--an' you, too, Saxon.
'I tell you what it is,' said the hangman, gravely; 'I'm afraid, my friend, that
you're not in that 'ere state of mind that's suitable to your condition, then;
you're not a-going to be released: don't think it--Will you leave off that 'ere indecent row?
But you youngsters nowadays think
you're to begin with living well and working easy; you've no notion of running afoot before you get horseback.
I can't; and here
you're a-swelling yourself up like this.
Say--the next time
you're going in there, don't you reckon you could spread the door and--"