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"There, there, Assy, loove," she said. "Doan' tha taake on thot road. It's doon, an' it caann't be oondoon." She stood there in a heavy silence. Now and again she patted the heaving shoulder, marking time to Essy's sobs. Then she spoke. "Tha'll feel batter whan t' lil baaby cooms." Profoundly disturbed and resentful of her own emotion Mrs. Essy, staggering, rose and dried her eyes.
She put the plate down on the roll-top desk and turned softly, furtively, away. The Vicar looked up. His eyes were large and blue as suspicion drew in the black of their pupils. "Put it down here," he said, and he indicated the ledge of the bureau. Essy stood still and stared like a half-wild creature in doubt as to its way.
"Why 'alf t' lads in t' village is called Jimmy. Yo're called Jimmy yourself, coom t' thot." He considered it. "Well it's nat as ef they didn' knaw all of 'em." "Oh they knaws!" "D'yo' mind them, Essy? They dawn't maake yo' feel baad about it, do they?" She shook her head and smiled her dreamy smile. He rose and looked down at her with his grieved, resentful eyes.
I could not even punctooate my sentences proper at that time, and I observe with pane, on lookin over this effort of my youth, that its beauty is in one or two instances mar'd by ingrammaticisms. This was inexcusable, and I'm surprised I did it. A writer who can't write in a grammerly manner better shut up shop. You shall hear this Essy on Animals.
He isn't half a bad fellow if you take him the right way." "Well, then, can't you take him? Can't you say a judicious word?" "If it's to ask him to marry Essy, that wouldn't be very judicious, I'm afraid. He'll marry her if he wants to, and if he doesn't, he won't." "But, my dear Dr. Rowcliffe, think of the gross injustice to that poor girl." "It might be a worse injustice if he married her.
Why should he marry her if he doesn't want to, and if she doesn't want it? There she is, perfectly content and happy with her baby. It's been a little seedy lately, but it's absolutely sound. A very fine baby indeed, and Essy knows it. There's nothing wrong with the baby."
The Bear met with a wiolent death the next day, by bein in the way when a hevily loaded gun was fired off by one of my men. But you should hear my Essy which I wrote for the Social Science Meetins. It would have had a movin effeck on them. I feel that I must now conclood. I have read Earl Bright's speech at Leeds, and I hope we shall now hear from John Derby. I trust that not only they, but Wm.
I could not even punctooate my sentences proper at that time, and I observe with pane, on lookin over this effort of my yooth, that its beauty is in one or two instances mar'd by ingrammaticisms. This was unexcusable, and I'm surprised I did it. A writer who can't write in a grammerly manner better shut up shop. You shall hear this Essy on Animals.
She decided to make for the bureau by rounding the roll-top desk on the far side, thus approaching her master from behind. "What are you doing?" said the Vicar. "I said, Put it down here." Essy turned again and came forward, tilting the plate a little in her nervousness. The large blue eyes, the stern voice, fascinated her, frightened her.
In another moment Essy came in. She had on a clean apron. She stood by the roll-top desk. It offered her a certain cover and support. Her brown eyes, liquid and gentle, gazed at him. But for all her gentleness there was a touch of defiance in her bearing. "Did you not hear me ring?" said the Vicar. "Naw, sir." Nothing more clear and pure than the candor of Essy's eyes. They disconcerted him.
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