The Grinder Papers — page 83: what you’re looking at

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78 THE GRINDER PAPERS. ‘¢ Horrible villain as thou art, Still my soul adores, respects thee !”’ (though there is something so funny about those translations, you can’t be sure of them unless you know Italian); when we heard some one Say : ‘Shove along, mister man, and let me get to where my folks is—them young folks there. He's courtin’ her, and shes my first cousin’s darter,” and along came Charity, with every glass in the house turned toward her. “Thought I’d come alongside of you,” she said. ‘‘I’m kinder puzzled. Which is the mattyneigh? Him or her? or the pzanner ; or what? or ain't it come on yet? Good gracious! where’s my numberill? You hain’t lost it.” “Do hush!” I whispered. ‘‘Hush!” says Charity. .‘‘No I won’t—that numberill cost .two dollars when it was new,” and up she rose. _ ‘‘Sorry, to interrupt the mattyneigh,” she shouted. ‘‘ But my numberill has been gone off with. Blue cotton, with a hook for the handle. Anybody that took it had best bring it back to Mr. Billiwinklum, sottin’ beside me, or I’ll- have ’em arrested. Goon, mum,” she said to the signora, noddin: -t — her. ‘‘And after all, if I have interrupted you, I don’t keep on _jJawin’ all the time like the rest of em; so you needn’t stare at me.” And down she sat again. I felt something fall against me. It was the form of Horace Billiwinkle. He had fainted,