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"My father was outside," said Holmes, some old bitterness rising up in his tone, his gray eye lighting with some unrevenged wrong. Polston did not speak for a moment. "Dunnot bear malice agin her. They're dead, now. It wasn't left fur her to judge him out yonder. Yoh've yer father's Stephen, 'times. Hungry, pitiful, like women's. His got desper't' 't th' last. Drunk hard, died of 't, yoh know.
Sometimes hoo dunnot knaw wheer to get the bread for her own." "That's why I wouldn't take it," rejoined Cosmo. "If I had thought you were well off, I would not have hesitated." "Oh! aw'm noan so pinched at present," she answered with a smile. "Tak th' loaf, an' welcome, an' pey mo when yo' can."
An analytical observer or a painter might have seen that he had a burning curiousness of look, a sort of investigatory fever of expression. "I dunnot know what tha means," he said. "Happen tha'rt talkin' 'Merican?" "That's just what it is," admitted Tembarom. " What are you talking?" "Lancashire," said Tummas. "Theer's some sense i' that." Tembarom sat down near him.
Bell suddenly put down her apron. 'Yo're cold and drenched, said she. 'Come near to t' fire and warm yo'rsel'; yo' mun pardon us if we dunnot think on everything at onest. 'Yo're very kind, very kind indeed, said Hester, touched by the poor woman's evident effort to forget her own grief in the duties of hospitality, and loving Bell from that moment.
"Less than I said to her." "You dunnot mean she hearkened you?" "Not at first. But in the end, she hearkened me, and made me no answer." Dan looked his visitor all over from head to foot. "Well!" said he, and shook his head slowly. "Well!" and wiped his face with his apron, "Well!" he exclaimed a third time. "If I'd ha' knowed! Eh, do 'bide a minute, and let me take th' measure on you!
One o' th' owd servants towd mother it wur theer." This was a natural stimulus to interest and curiosity. "Which one is it? Jinks! I'd like to see it myself. Do you know which one it is? There's hundreds of them." "No, I dunnot know," was Tummas's dispirited answer, "an' neither does mother. Th' woman as knew left when owd Temple Barholm deed." "Tummas," broke in Mrs.
"Am I dyin' now?" she asked, with a frightened look at Holmes. He told her no, cheerfully. "I've no tho't o' dyin'. I dunnot thenk o' dyin'. Don't mind, dear! Yoh'll stay with me, fur good?" The man's paroxysm of fear for her over, his spite and cowardice came uppermost. "It's him," he yelped, looking fiercely at Holmes. "He's got my life in his hands. He kin take it.
"Tha's goin' to ha' a sweetheart at last, my lass," was one of Janner's favorite witticisms, but Bess bore it with characteristic coolness. "I'm noan as big a foo' as I look," she would say, "an' I dunnot moind him no more nor if he wus a wench hissen'." Small as was the element of female society at Black Creek, this young woman was scarcely popular.
Th. Aw do mane aw've lost mo yung lass; and aw dunnot say thae's feawnd her, but aw do say thae knows wheer hoo is. Aw do. Theighur! Nea then! Col. G. What on earth makes you think that? I don't know what you're after. Th. Thae knows well enough. Thae knowed what aw'd lost afoor aw tou'd tho yo' be deny in' your own name. Thae knows. Aw'll tay tho afore the police, beout thou gie her oop. Aw wull.
'My lass, a'd fain have him alive, an' a dunnot fancy Philip for thy husband; but it's a serious judgment as thou's put me on, an' a'm trying it fair. There's allays one chance i' a thousand as he's alive, for no man iver saw him dead. But t' gang were noane about Monkshaven then: there were niver a tender on t' coast nearer than Shields, an' those theere were searched.
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