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I most begin to think that cat-a-mountain of a bwoy 's less in her thoughts than he was. She 'm larnin' wisdom, as well she may wi' sich a faither." "I doan't knaw what to think," answered Mr. Lyddon, somewhat gloomily. "I ban't so much in her confidence as of auld days. Damaris Blanchard's right, like enough. A maid 's tu deep even for the faither that got her, most times.
But I'll go with you, danged if I doan't, and I'll show you your road, and run my chance o' finding the Duke there. What be your name? 'Micah Clarke is my name. 'And Vairmer Brown is mine John Brown by the register, but better knowed as the Vairmer. Tak' this turn to the right off the high-road. Now we can trot our beasts and not be smothered in other folk's dust.
The correctness of his surmise was revealed a few moments later, when, after he had taken his seat beside him, and they were rattling out of the village street, the man turned towards him and said: "Tha'll know Sir Jarge?" "I do not," said the young man. "Ay! but theer's many as cooms here as doan't, for all they cooms.
He stinks o' religion worse than ever Newlyn stinks o' feesh; he goes in fear o' God to his marrow; an' yet 'tis uncomfortable, now an' then, to live wi' such a righteous member. Theer's a sourness along of it. Luke Gosp'ling doan't soften the heart of en." "It should," said Mary. "An's so it should, but he says the world's no plaace for softness.
Now, now, Will, 'fore the life's out of his li'l flutterin' body. Lay bare the cross, an' drag un out for God in heaven to see! Doan't stand clackin' theer, when every moment's worth more'n gawld." "So like's not He'll forgive 'e if 'e do," argued Mr. Blee.
Every one of her relations is savage about it." "Well they may be. Why doan't they lock her up? If she ban't mad, nobody ever was. 'Money'! Lezzard! Lying auld auld Tchut! Not money enough to pay for a graave to hide his rotten bones, I lay. Oh, 't is enough to theer, what 's the use of talkin'? Tchut Tchut!" At this point Phoebe, fearing even greater extravagances in Mr.
"I'm ever so much obliged to you, just the same, and here's a half dollar to pay for the whitewash." "Oh, no, Mistah Swift, I doan't want t' take it. I kin make mo' whitewash." But Tom insisted, and picked up his machine to sprint for home. Eradicate started to tell over again, how he urged Boomerang on, but the lad had no time to listen.
"'Case as how he wouldn't neber be any good fo' wuk any mo'," explained Eradicate. "He's got so attached t' dis place, an' all de folkes on it, dat he'd feel so sorry ef ef well, ef any ob 'em went away, dat I couldn't git no mo' wuk out ob him, no how. So ef Massa Swift doan't git well, den I an' Boomerang parts!"
God forgive un, I shaan't not till we 'm man an' wife, anyway. Then I might. Give 'e up! Be I a chap as chaanges? Never never yet." Phoebe wept at these words and pressed Will to her heart. "'Tis strength, an' fire, an' racing blood in me to hear 'e, dear, braave heart. I was that weak without 'e. Now the world 's a new plaace, an' I doan't doubt fust thought was right, for all they said.
'Tis awnly a short mile." "But I must. I'll carry the laddie. Poor little man! Hard to be the cause of such a bother." He picked Timothy up so gently that the child did not wake. "Now," he said, "come along. You must be tired already." "How gude you be!" she said wearily. "I'm glad you doan't scold or fall into a rage wi' me, for I knaw I'm right.
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