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My sister was not good-looking woman, and she was mean. Joe was a kond, good- natured fellow. I thought that Mrs. Joe must have made Joe marry her by hand. Joe sat alone in the kitchen. Mrs. Joe is out lookinf for you he said. She's got Tickler with her. This was dismal news. Tickler was a wax-ended piece of cane, worn smooth by collision with my body. I hear her coming now. Hurry up and hide behind the door. I took his advice. My sister threw the door wide open. Finding an obstruction behind it, she poked Tickler in to inves-tigate. Then she threw me an Joe. Where have you been, you young monkey? she asked stamping her foot. If it weren't for me you'd be in the churchyard by now. she said. Who brought you up by hand?
You did. I said. Why i did it, i don't know. she said. It's bad enough to be a blacksmith's wife without having to be your mother. The fugitive out on the marshes, the mysterious young man, the file the food and the dreadful promise i had made were heavy on my mind. My sister buttered some bread for us. Although i was hungry, i felt that i must save it for the man with the leg iron. I knew that Mrs. Joe kept a close eye on the food in the house. I put my bread down the leg of my trousers. Since it was Christmas Eve, my sister was busier than usual. She ordered me to stir the pudding for the next day. After I had stirried for an hour, i sat by the fireplace to warm myself before being sent off to bed. Suddenly I heard guns being fired. There's another convict off. Joe said shaking his head. What do you mean Joe I asked Mrs. Joe always took it upon herself to explain things. She said snappishly Escaped Escaped. Where does the firing come from? I asked. Joe tried to save me by mouthing the answer, but i could not tell what he was saying. So i asked her again. From the hulks, she snapped. And what's the hulks? Answer one question andhe'll ask you a dozen more, my sister huffed. Hulks are prison ships right across the marshes. Mrs. Joe hit me on the side of my head with her thimble. She told me that people were put on the prison ships for asking too many questions. As i walked up the steps, i felt sure that i was on my way to the hulks. I had begun by asking questions, and i soon was going to rob Mrs. Joe. I was in mortal terror of the promise i had made. I had no hope.
My sister was not good-looking woman, and she was mean. Joe was a kond, good- natured fellow. I thought that Mrs. Joe must have made Joe marry her by hand. Joe sat alone in the kitchen. Mrs. Joe is out lookinf for you he said. She's got Tickler with her. This was dismal news. Tickler was a wax-ended piece of cane, worn smooth by collision with my body. I hear her coming now. Hurry up and hide behind the door. I took his advice. My sister threw the door wide open. Finding an obstruction behind it, she poked Tickler in to inves-tigate. Then she threw me an Joe. Where have you been, you young monkey? she asked stamping her foot. If it weren't for me you'd be in the churchyard by now. she said. Who brought you up by hand?
You did. I said. Why i did it, i don't know. she said. It's bad enough to be a blacksmith's wife without having to be your mother. The fugitive out on the marshes, the mysterious young man, the file the food and the dreadful promise i had made were heavy on my mind. My sister buttered some bread for us. Although i was hungry, i felt that i must save it for the man with the leg iron. I knew that Mrs. Joe kept a close eye on the food in the house. I put my bread down the leg of my trousers. Since it was Christmas Eve, my sister was busier than usual. She ordered me to stir the pudding for the next day. After I had stirried for an hour, i sat by the fireplace to warm myself before being sent off to bed. Suddenly I heard guns being fired. There's another convict off. Joe said shaking his head. What do you mean Joe I asked Mrs. Joe always took it upon herself to explain things. She said snappishly Escaped Escaped. Where does the firing come from? I asked. Joe tried to save me by mouthing the answer, but i could not tell what he was saying. So i asked her again. From the hulks, she snapped. And what's the hulks? Answer one question andhe'll ask you a dozen more, my sister huffed. Hulks are prison ships right across the marshes. Mrs. Joe hit me on the side of my head with her thimble. She told me that people were put on the prison ships for asking too many questions. As i walked up the steps, i felt sure that i was on my way to the hulks. I had begun by asking questions, and i soon was going to rob Mrs. Joe. I was in mortal terror of the promise i had made. I had no hope.
Zrobiłeś. I powiedział. Dlaczego to zrobił, nie wiem. powiedziała. Jest to na tyle złe, aby być kowalem żona bez konieczności twoja matka. Zbiega się na bagna, tajemniczy młody człowiek, plik żywności i straszne obietnicy i zrobił były ciężkie w moich myślach. Moja siostra masłem chleb dla nas. Chociaż byłem głodny, czułem, że muszę zapisać go na człowieka z żelaza nogi. Wiedziałem, że pani Joe która śledziła na jedzenie w domu. Kładę chleb dół nogi moje spodnie. Ponieważ była Wigilia, moja siostra była bardziej zatłoczone niż zwykle. Kazała mi się mieszać pudding na następny dzień. Po tym, jak stirried na godzinę, usiadłem przy kominku, aby rozgrzać się przed wysłaniem do łóżka. Nagle usłyszałem dział wyrzuceniu. Jest jeszcze jeden skazaniec off. Joe powiedział, potrząsając głową. Co masz na myśli zapytałem pani Joe Joe zawsze wziął na siebie wyjaśnienia pewnych rzeczy. Powiedziała snappishly Uciekł uciekł. Skąd pochodzą z odpaleniem? I zapytał. Joe próbował ratować mnie czas przetrzymywania w ustach odpowiedzi, ale nie mogłem powiedzieć, co mówi. Więc zapytałem ją ponownie. Z kadłubów, jej pękło. I co kadłubów? Odpowiedzieć na jedno pytanie andhe'll prosić kilkunastu więcej, moja siostra huffed. Kadłubów statków więzienia są po drugiej stronie bagna. Pani Joe uderzył mnie w bok głowę z jej naparstek. Powiedziała mi, że ludzie wprowadzone na statki więzienia do zadawania zbyt wielu pytań. Gdy szedłem po schodach, i był pewien, że byłem w drodze do kadłubów. I zaczął, zadając pytania, a ja szybko trafia do rob Pani Joe. I w śmiertelnym strachu obietnicy i zrobił. Nie miałem nadziei.
pomóż mi opisac obraz na jutro.
pilne ;)