My voice stuck in my throat, for I ever hated to take part in lies; but my very embarrassment helped on the plot, for the lass no doubt set down my husky voice to sickness and fatigue.
At this the lass turned and ran out of that part of the house, leaving us alone together.
This was so true that I could only groan; and even my groan served Alan's purpose, for it was overheard by the lass as she came flying in again with a dish of white puddings and a bottle of strong ale.
"Look here, my lass," said Alan, "there are boats in the Kingdom of Fife, for I saw two (no less) upon the beach, as I came in by your town's end.
At this appeal, I could see the lass was in great trouble of mind, being tempted to help us, and yet in some fear she might be helping malefactors; and so now I determined to step in myself and to allay her scruples with a portion of the truth.
At that, we looked out and saw the lass herself coming rowing to us in a boat.
The innkeeper retreated to his room, the carrier to his pack-saddles, the
lass to her crib; the unlucky Don Quixote and Sancho alone were unable to move from where they were.
"Hark ye,
lasses and dames, hark ye, Good meat come buy, come buy, Three pen'orths go for one penny, And a kiss is good, say I!"
And so he came to dwell in the greenwood that was to be his home for many a year to come, never again to see the happy days with the lads and
lasses of sweet Locksley Town; for he was outlawed, not only because he had killed a man, but also because he had poached upon the King's deer, and two hundred pounds were set upon his head, as a reward for whoever would bring him to the court of the King.
"It doesn't stand to reason that a pretty woman could be th' mother o' such a fou' little
lass," she had added obstinately.
"There was shouting and screaming, and the poor
lass looked like she was getting dragged around by her hair.
Downey stayed cool to win the Join Racing TV Now Handicap Stakes aboard Frosted
Lass, outstaying favourite Tomahawk Ridge.
Lass was named head girls coach at Grayslake North, replacing Rob Nicoletti, in April.
Before her marmalade success, Bridget was already making a name for Fat
Lass Preserves with the quality of jams and chutneys produced, as well as their memorable names.
So she did but he again lapsed into a pensive mood which lasted long enough for the
lass to ask him: "What are ye thinkin' now, Angus?" To which the lad replied: "Well, I was hopin' ye hadn't forgot the penny."
