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Spruce heard, and at once gave a lucid statement. "By Mr. Leach's orders, Miss," he said, addressing Maryllia; "The five old beech-trees on the knoll, which the village folk call the 'Five Sisters, are to be felled to-morrow marnin'. They've stood, so I'm told, an' so I b'lieve, two or three hundred years " "And they're going to be cut down!" exclaimed Maryllia. "I never heard of such wickedness!
The choir knew no particulars only that he had shot himself in his apple- closet on the previous Sunday. 'Nobody seem'th to know what 'a did it for, 'a b'lieve? Leastwise, we don't know at Chalk-Newton, continued Lot. 'O yes. It all came out at the inquest. The singers drew close, and the Sidlinch men, pausing to rest after their labours, told the story.
"What's the time, Terry?" said Lynch, frightened, by his own state, into rather more courtesy than he usually displayed to those dependent on him. "Well then, I b'lieve it's past one, yer honer." "The d l it is! I've such a headache. I was screwed last night; eh, Terry?" "I b'lieve yer war, yer honer." "What o'clock was it when I went to bed?"
"I do b'lieve, boy, that there's nobody here, and that we'd as well 'bout ship and steer back the way we've comed; tho' it is a 'orrible coast for rocks and shoals." To this, Corrie, not being in a talkative humour, made no reply. "D'ye hear me, boy?" said Jo, aloud, for he was somewhat shaken again by the dead silence that followed the close of his remark.
"Laws, yes, and lived there most of my life." "In New England?" "Berringdon, Vermont." "Berringdon? Your husband was n't one of the Wentworth boys?" "He was Jim Wentworth, the oldest" "Well, well! Then you are Sally Burnham." "And you," she hesitated, "I do b'lieve you 're Peter Donaldson." "Yes," he said, "I 'm Peter Donaldson." The name from her lips took on its boyhood meaning.
But, I do b'lieve myself, dat part of it means dat Zeppa hims git on an island, anyhow." "If my dear father got upon anything, it must have been an island," said Orlando sadly. "That's troo," remarked Mrs Waroonga. "Keep your mouth shut, my da'lin'." She referred to her brown baby, which she placed with some violence on her knee.
"Miss Vye was there too?" "Ay, 'a b'lieve she was." When Clym came home, which was shortly after, his mother said, in a curious tone, "The urn you had meant for me you gave away." Yeobright made no reply; the current of her feeling was too pronounced to admit it. The early weeks of the year passed on.
He didn't care for children, and it seemed as if he wanted to get away from this one. But he couldn't. She was his'n; I'd bet my soul on dat. He had to come after her an' took her, though 'twas 'bout the wust job he ever did, I reckon. She fit like a tiger cat about gwine wid him, an' 's true's you bawn, I don't b'lieve she'd gone ef he hadn't took me wid him to Savannah.
"You'll have fine company 's fer as Vienna, too. D' you ever see such a celebration's dey're havin' here to-day? You'd t'ink d' whole world was interested in d' little visit Her Royal Highness is goin' to pay to Vienna. Dummed if d' whole city, soldiers an' all, ain't down here to see 'er off. Look at d' crowd! By glory, I don't b'lieve we c'n pull d' train out of d' station.
But a creel of gamey trout from Squaw Pond would come in handy now to replenish our larder." "Wal, I b'lieve I'll fix up a rod to-mo-oh an' hook a few, fer de pork's givin' out. Hain't got mich use fer trout meself. Pork's a sight better'n 'em to my mind."
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