noights

The b'ys stayed up two noights selling to git the money fur it, an 'Buck he stayed stiddy while she was aloive.

Lo, Michael!

I tould him nought of your vagaries, and going out a-laking in the mere a-noights, not I; an I can make no sport, I'se spoil none; and Squoire Mervyn's as cross as poy-crust too, mon; he's aye maundering an my guests but land beneath his house, though it be marked for the fourth station in the survey.

Guy Mannering, Or, the Astrologer — Complete

I had guess, Mr. Dawson "(I told you that was my feigned name)," but I tould him nought of your vagaries, and going out a-laking in the mere a-noights, not I; an I can make no sport, I'se spoil none; and Squoire Mervyn's as cross as poy-crust too, mon; he's aye maundering an my guests but land beneath his house, though it be marked for the fourth station in the survey.

Guy Mannering — Complete

Aar lads "(his own sons)" took a fancy for a bit of garden; we had a little patch of graand by aar haase; well, they set to wark, mended th 'fence all raand, dug up th' soil, threw aat th 'stones and rubbish, raked it over and marked it aat into beds, and planted flaars, and you may depend t' lads wor praad o 'their wark; for mony a week they kept doin a bit noights and mornin's to keep it raight.

Little Abe Or, The Bishop of Berry Brow

‘“Why, he was a dark officer-looking mon, at they called Colonel—Squoire Marvyn questioned me as close as I had been at sizes—I had guess, Mr. Dawson” (I told you that was my feigned name) —“But I tould him nought of your vagaries, and going out a-laking in the mere a-noights—not I—an I can make no sport, I’se spoil none—and Squoire Mervyn’s as cross as poy-crust too, mon—he’s ay maundering an my guests but land beneath his house, though it be marked for the fourth station in the Survey.

Chapter XXI

"Arrah, me jewel," protested Katie; "there's a turrible walkin 'about in the tower ivery night these two noights.

Idle Hour Stories

"Thot ould witch wor kapin 'me hid away from the officers in thot wee bit av a house roight behind the three over there, and all the ixercoise Oi could git wor whin Oi could shlip out av noights and walk round and swally a brith av fresh air.

Frank Merriwell's Reward

I had guess, Mr. Dawson” (I told you that was my feigned name), “but I tould him nought of your vagaries, and going out a-laking in the mere a-noights, not I; an I can make no sport,

Guy Mannering