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She had what was called a superior manner and was handsome, in the slender, high-nosed, florid fashion of the Dale. "But there," she went on. "I doan't groodge it. 'E's yoong and you caann't blaame him. They's coompany for him oop at Vicarage." "'E's coompany fer they, I rackon. And well yo' med saay yo' doan't groodge it ef yo knawed arl we knaw, Mrs. Blenkiron.
"Sir Timothy doan't hold wi' the war," said the landlord. "Mar shame vor 'un," said Happy Jack. "But me and Zur Timothy, us made up our minds tu differ long ago. I'm arl vor vighting vurriners Turks, Rooshans, Vrinchmen; 'tis arl one tu I." "Why doan't 'ee volunteer thyself, Vather Jack?
Though the Vicar did not know it, Rowcliffe had looked in at teatime the next Wednesday and the next after that. Alice was no longer compelled to be ill in order to see him. "'Oh Gawd, our halp in a-ages paasst, Our 'awp in yeears ter coom, Our shal-ter from ther storm-ee blaasst, And our ee-tarnal 'oam!" "'Ark at 'im! That's Jimmy arl over.
"Arl in white as a ghaist should be," answered the ghost-seer, with a confidence beyond his years. "And where was it?" "Away yander, in t' kirkyard where a ghaist ought to be." "As a 'ghaist' should be where a 'ghaist' ought to be why, you little fool, you talk as if the manners and customs of ghosts had been familiar to you from your infancy!
'Wutt handsome manners thee hast gat, Jan, to spake so well of thy waife laike; after arl the laife she leads thee! 'Putt thee pot on the fire, old 'ooman, and bile thee own bakkon, John answered her, very sharply: 'nobody no raight to meddle wi' a man's bad ooman but himzell.
You'm can't du nart vor I. I got tu go; and 'taint no wonder, wi' zuch a complaint as I du lie here wi'. The doctor were vair beat at vust; but him worried it out wi' hisself tu the last. Him's a turble gude doctor, var arl he wuden't go tu the war." Sarah visited him every day.
"Kepital kepital. Give mothaw my love." "E'es be shure. Fainely plaized her'll be to hear thee'rt zo naicely adrest. Her'd maäde up her maind, pore zowl, that arl your buttons ud be out, wi' nobody to zee arter 'en. But I declare thee'rt drest laike a topsawyer." And with this a dead silence fell between the two.
"I be downright glad to zee 'ee come back, zur; ay, that 'a be. What vur du 'ee go gadding London ways, zays I, when there be zuch a turble lot to zee arter? and the ladyship oop Barracombe ways, her bain't vit var tu du 't, as arl on us du know. Tis butivul tu zee how her takes on," he repeated admiringly. John glanced uneasily at his companion, who stood with downcast eyes.
"Wutt handsome manners thee hast gat, Jan, to spake so well of thy waife laike; after arl the laife she leads thee!" "Putt thee pot on the fire, old 'ooman, and bile thee own bakkon," John answered her, very sharply: "nobody no raight to meddle wi' a man's bad ooman but himzell.
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