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For Deborah was crying thankless tears, according to the fashion of women. "God forgi' me, woman! Things go harder wi' you nor me. It's a worse share." He got up and helped her to rise; and they went doggedly down the muddy street, side by side. "It's all wrong," he muttered, slowly, "all wrong! I dunnot understan'. But it'll end some day."
I mechanically asked, in a tone that must have betrayed my surprise. "Yes gone! gone! an' wi' a Mormon!" "A Mormon?" "Ay, stranger, a Mormon a man wi' twenty wives! God forgi' her! I'd rather heerd o' her death!" "Was there a man with her? I saw no one." "O stranger, excuse my talk you're thinkin' o' that ere Injun girl. 'Taint her I'm speakin' about." "Who then?"
'Why didn't 'ee punch his head, or lay theeself doon and kick, and squeal out for the pollis? I'd ha' licked a doozen such as him when I was yoong as thee. But thee be'est a poor broken-doon chap, said John, sadly, 'and God forgi' me for bragging ower yan o' his weakest creeturs! Smike opened his mouth to speak, but John Browdie stopped him.
And here's a Banbury cake for you I sent to the town for it, and some taffy won't ye eat it? and here's a little ring 'tisn't as pretty as your own rings; and ye'll wear it, maybe, for my sake poor Milly's sake, before I was so bad to ye if ye forgi' me; and I'll look at breakfast, and if it's on your finger I'll know you're friends wi' me again; and if ye don't, I won't trouble you no more; and I think I'll just drown myself out o' the way, and you'll never see wicked Milly no more.
I called after her, but no answer; I pursued, but she was running too; and I quite lost her at the cross galleries. I did not see her at tea, nor before going to bed; but after I had fallen asleep I was awakened by Milly, in floods of tears. 'Cousin Maud, will ye forgi' me you'll never like me again, will ye? No I know ye won't I'm such a brute I hate it it's a shame.
But Anne Dillon can on'y shut her eyes, an' dhrop her head whin ye ask her a single question about it. Faith, I dinno if she'll ever get over it. Isn't that quare now?" "Very," Arthur answered, "but give her time. So you saw the Pope?" "Faith, I did, an' it surprised me a gra'dale to find out that he was a dago, God forgi' me for sayin' as much.
But as to Thias Bede, he's better out o' the way nor in God forgi' me for saying so for he's done little this ten year but make trouble for them as belonged to him; and I think it 'ud be well for you to take a little bottle o' rum for th' old woman, for I daresay she's got never a drop o' nothing to comfort her inside.
I wonder why honest English girls won't answer the gentry for governesses, instead of them gaping, scheming, wicked furriners? Lord forgi' me, I think they're all alike. Next morning I made acquaintance with Madame de la Rougierre.
For Deborah was crying thankless tears, according to the fashion of women. "God forgi' me, woman! Things go harder Wi' you nor me. It's a worse share." He got up and helped her to rise; and they went doggedly down the muddy street, side by side. "It's all wrong," he muttered, slowly, "all wrong! I dunnot understan'. But it'll end some day."
Do you want me till curse my boy's old chum?" his voice hoarse, choking. "He is George's friend still" "I know, Gaunt, I know. God forgi' me! But let me go, I say!" He broke away, and went across the field. Gaunt waited, watching the man coming slowly towards him. Could it be he whom Dode loved, this Palmer? A doubter? an infidel? He had told her this to-day.
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