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A considerable descent again, brought us to the village of Mehra, where we pitched our tents, once more within sight of the territories of India. Marched into Dunna, our last halting-place in Cashmere. It is situated nearly at the summit of the frontier range of hills, and commanded a most extensive view of the mountains of Cashmere and Cabul, besides those on the Indian side.
"Ay, hale as you an' me, an' like to last another twenty year, rot him." "But the gout takes him, you said nodosa podagra, as my friend Ovid would say?" "Ay, but I've knowed a man live forty year win the gout. And he dunna believe in doctor's dosin'; he goes to Buxton to drink the weeters when he bin madded wi' the pain, an' comes back sound fur six month."
And just listen to the language the man used. I will say this for Emanuel Prockter I never heard him swear." "No," said James. "He wears gloves. He even wears 'em when he takes his bath of a November afternoon." "I don't care who knows it," Helen observed, hotly, "I like Emanuel Prockter." "There's nobody as dunna' know it," said James. "It's the talk of Bosley as you've set your cap at him."
"'Blessed are the dead that dee i' the Lord, for they rest fro their labours. An again, 'Suffer us not at our last hour, for onny pains o' death, to fa' fro thee. Oh Ruchot, dear! fo' the love theaw hadst fo' thy poor chilt, who is now delivert fro' the burthen o' th' flesh, an' dwellin' i' joy an felicity wi' God an his angels, dunna endanger thy precious sowl.
Rockwell, smiling, "that means that he wears good clothes, and keeps his face and hands clean." "He wasn't nothin' but a boot-black," said Micky, in an injured tone. "What are you?" "I'm a boot-black too; but I don't put on airs." "Do you mean to be a boot-black all your life?" "I dunna," said Micky; "there aint anything else to do."
I dunna like this shop, said Hazel tearfully. 'What'm they doing to 'im? Oh, they'm great beasts! Perhaps she had seen in her dim and childish way the everlasting tyranny of the material over the abstract; of bluster over nerves; strength over beauty; States over individuals; churches over souls; and fox-hunting squires over the creatures they honour with their attention.
"Of course she's left th' stage. What 'ud be th' sense o' her painting her face and screeching her chest out night after night for a crowd o' blockheads, when I can keep her like a lady. Dost think her's a fool? Her's the only woman wi' any sense as ever I met in all my life." "And you want to come here and live?" "No, us dunna! At least her dunna. Her says her hates th' Five Towns.
But it's God's truth, my lady, 'e dunna want no beer, dunna Master Noll, to mak 'im 'it like the kick of a 'oss. I on'y brought 'im a few daceys up t'ouse this mawnin', an' " "You row harder, Joe, and yawp less," said I, interrupting him. "Between you and Jane I shan't have a rag of character left." "Sup o' beer in him," he growled, and spat loudly on his hands.
"Yo dunna understand me, Jem," replied the child, sadly.
"Ay, Lord Judge, as they call thee, I reckon I am a witness, and the best witness too, that can be had in the case, for I'm the man himself; I'm John Darbyshire. I didn't mean to have anything to do with these chaps i' their wigs and gowns, with their long, dangling sleeves; and I dunna yet mean to have anything to do wi' 'em.
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