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Gervaise in? Col. Wat. Col. G. Yes, sir. Forgot again. Young man; gentleman or cad? don't know; think the latter. Enter THOMAS. Th. Han yo heard speyk ov mo chylt yet, sir? Col. In the name of God, I know nothing of your child; but bring her here, and I will give you a hundred pounds in golden sovereigns. Th. Hea am aw to fot her yere, when I dunnot know wheer hoo be, sir? Col.

An' I thought hoo coom along, lookin' fro' one side to t'other, as if hoo were seechin' soombry; an' I said, 'Here I am, mother. An' hoo stood a moment, an' smiled. An' then I see her goin' up, up reet into th' leet; an' then I wakkened. Eh, Mrs. Francis, dunnot ye think dunnot ye raly think as th' Lord sent me that dream to comfort me?

Folk seldom lives i' Milton lust for pleasure, if they can live anywhere else. 'You are quite right. I have some independent property, but my intention in settling in Milton was to become a private tutor. 'To teach folk. Well! I reckon they pay yo' for teaching them, dunnot they? 'Yes, replied Mr. Hale, smiling. 'I teach in order to get paid.

"I ha' not nivver seed him afore," he remarked after a gruff by no means-ill-natured greeting, signifying the stranger by a duck of the head in his direction. "A Lancashire lad, Janner," answered Langley, "I want a home for him." Janner regarded him with evident interest, but shook his head dubiously. "Ax th' missus," he remarked succinctly: "dunnot ax me."

That's what I came for t' ask yo'. I know I mun not stay theere, and Philip gone away; and I dunnot know what to do: and I'll do aught, only I must keep her wi' me. Whativer can I do, sir? Jeremiah thought it over for a minute or two. Then he replied, 'I must have time to think. I must talk it over with brother John. 'But you've given me yo'r word, sir! exclaimed she.

"Am I dyin'?" 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.

He tried to chafe and bend the fingers, but they were as stiff as iron; he wrung the melting snow out of the hair, and, as the locks became soft and supple under his hand, seemed to think there was yet a little life remaining. "Why dunnot ye stir, ye fools! Get t' blanket pull't off the ould woman. I tell 'ee the lad's alive." No one moved, and then the frantic father began to curse and swear.

But dunnot mak' an ado about it, let 'em think it's just our common way. If any one says aught about how good t' vittle is, tak' it calm, and say we'n better i' t' house, it'll mak' 'em eat wi' a better appetite, and think the more on us.

Sylvia said nothing in direct reply; Kester almost thought she could not have heard him. But, by-and-by, she said, 'Yo'll have heared how Kinraid who's a captain now, and a grand officer has gone and got married. 'Nay! said Kester, in genuine surprise. 'He niver has, for sure! 'Ay, but he has, said Sylvia. 'And I'm sure I dunnot see why he shouldn't.

"No! my own dear lad; dunnot look so scared; I have not ruined you!" she exclaimed, placing her two hands on his shoulders, and looking fondly into his face. "She's not one to harden her heart against a mother's sorrow. My own lad, she's too good for that. She's not one to judge and scorn the sinner. She's too deep read in her New Testament for that.