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"Ay, who knows, lass? toimes is main bad, and oi doot there will be trouble, but oi doan't see as that can affect him no ways, being as he is a lad, and having nowt to do with the mills but oi do hoape as the time may come, lass, as we can show un as we knows we owes a loife to him." On the Monday following Ned and Charlie returned to school, and found it less painful than Ned had expected. Mr.
"If I do mind me right," said John Williams, "it were in a leaky barn, over Newton way." "Where are you going to sleep to-night?" asked the sergeant again. Williams remembered his empty pocket. "I doan't know," he said with regret. "Most likely on some seat in the park."
"But, Joe, you were doing something: what were you carrying over to Ready-Money?" "Look-ee here, my lad, run an' play, an' doan't ax no questions. 'Tain't for little boys to ax questions. Now I comes to think of it, Doctor said as you was to stay over to Lizard Town, 'cos there ain't no need of a passel of boys in a sick house: so run along back."
She left the kitchen door open; the blind was up; and Beth could see a man, whom she recognised as the cook's son, standing in the moonlight. "Is there much this time, mother?" he asked. "A goodish bit," cook replied, handing him the hamper. "'E 'asn't 'ad 'is eyes about 'im much o' late, then?" "Oh, 'e allus 'as 'is eyes about 'im, but 'e doan't see much. You'll get me what ye can?"
Eh, a fine lad that Maister Robert as iver I see!" Fat laborious Becky hobbled out, holding an apple and a knife. She blinked at her husband, and then at the strangers. "What be askin' o' the Court?" she said. Her husband repeated the question. She gathered her apron to her eyes with an unctuous sob: "Doan't a' know when Maister Robert went!
He stared hard at Colwyn and then advanced towards him with a grin of recognition. "Yow be lookin' to see how t'owd ma'aster was hulled dune th' pit?" he asked. "I was wondering how far the pit ran straight down," replied Colwyn. "It seems to take a slight slope a little way down. Does it?" "I doan't know narthin' about th' pit, and I doan't want to," replied Mr.
"The worst paart 'bout 'em, if I may say it, is that they'm so uncommon well acquainted like wi' theer awn virtues. I mean the Gosp'lers an' all chapel-members likewise. It blunts my pleasure in a good man to find he knaws how good he is. Same as wan doan't like to see a purty gal tossin' her head tu high." "You caan't say no sich thing o' Michael, I'm sure," remonstrated Mrs.
"Awh, mother," cried Joan, "whatever can be the manin' of it? My poor heart's a sinkin' down lower than iver. Oh Lord! if they should ha' cotched un, anyways!" "Now, doan't 'ee take on like that, Joan," said Mrs. Tucker. "'Tis like temptin' o' Providence to do such like.
'The crop o' the bunch' they called her the crop o' the devil's bunch she was no cheel o' my gettin'. Her'll burn for a million years or better all along o' free-traadin'. Free-traadin'! curse 'em why doan't they call it smugglin' an' have done?" Joe Noy had fallen back.
"I'll tell 'e everything some day. Lookin' back it doan't 'pear no ways wicked, though it may seem so in cold daylight to cold hearts." "Come, come with me, for the rain grows harder. I know where I can hire a covered carriage at an inn. 'Tis only five minutes farther on, and poor Tim's unhappy." "He'm hungry. You won't be hard 'pon my li'l bwoy if I come to 'e, Martin?"
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