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From the first time I set eyes on you from that day you came up that Sunday I haven't been able to settle to a thing. I felt, right enough, I wasn't fit to speak to you. And yet I'm your well, your kith and kin, doan't you see? There can't be no such tremendous gap atween us as all that.
But I want you to see what an awful solemn thing I reckon it." "Then may God rot me, and plague me, and let me roast in hell-fire with the rogues for ever and a day, if I so much as whisper your news to man or mouse! There, will that do?" "No call to drag in hell fire, 'cause I knaw you doan't set no count on it. More doan't I. Hell's cold ashes now if all what you ve said is true.
My ivers! You, as doan't forget nothin', to forget me! Yet, maybe, 'tis the low light of the fire as hides me from 'e." "You'm a mariner, I reckon?" "I reckon so, if ever theer was wan. An' I'll be the richer by a mate's ticket 'fore the year's dead. But never mind me. How be you all all well? I thot I'd pop in an' surprise 'e."
"Ban't you surprised I could turn it out?" "That I be. I'd never have thought 'twas in 'e. So forehanded, tu! A'most afore them poor things be cold." "'Tis the forehandedness I prides myself 'pon. Some of us doan't know all that's in me yet. But they'll live to see it." "I knaw right well they will." "This'll 'maze mother to-morrow." "'Twill, sure 'nough."
When I go to Manchester, continued David emphatically, 'I shall niver touch meat. I shall buy a bag o' oatmeal like Grandfeyther Grieve lived on, boil it for mysel, wi a sup o' milk, perhaps, an soom salt or treacle to gi it a taste. An I'll buy apples an pears an oranges cheap soomwhere, an store 'em. Yo mun ha a deal o' fruit when yo doan't ha meat.
Why did the professor send for us?" "I doan't know, Massa Jack." "You don't know?" "Nopy. He jest done gone tell me to send dat transmigatory telegraph, an' dat's all." "But why does he want us? He's not sick, is he?" asked Mark. "Never felt bettah!" exclaimed Washington as he walked along the street leading from the depot, a valise in either hand.
Indeed he heard little after the first rambling outburst, for his own thoughts were busy with the problems of Tregenza's fate. "Sit down, mariner. I shan't sail till marnin' an' you'm welcome. Theer be thots in me so deep as Levant mine, but I doan't speak 'em for anybody's hearin'. Joan weern't none o' mine, an' I knawed it, thanks be to God, 'fore ever she played loose.
The higher-quarter people have seed 'em 'fore now; nothin' but siller bullets will kill 'em. They goes loppettin' about down lawnly lanes on moonlight nights, an' they draws folks arter 'em. But if you could kill wan of 'em 'tis said as they'd turn into witches theer an' then. So you means that God A'-mighty' takes shaapes sometimes same as they witches do, doan't 'e?" "Not quite that, Joan.
I was set on his gwaine to Newtake as master, like his gran'faither afore him. I urged the step hot, and I liked the thought of it." "So did he else he wouldn't have gone." "You caan't say that. He might have done different but for love of me. 'T is I as have stood in his way in this thing." "Doan't fret yourself with such a thought, Mrs. Blanchard; Will's the sort as steers his awn ship.
But you you with your born luck never heard tell of nothin' like it 't all. What's a fix to you? You goes in wan end an' walks out t' other, like a rabbit through a hedge. Theer you was in such a tight pass as you might say neither God nor angels could get 'e free wi'out a Bible miracle, when, burnish it all! if the Jubilee Queen o' England doan't busy herself 'bout 'e!"
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