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Lake had picked up several of her husband's bits of proverbial wisdom, which she often flattered him by retailing to his face. "Too hot to hold, mostly," was her reply, in knowing tones. "Ay, ay, missus, so a be," said the windmiller. And after a while he added, "Gearge is slow, sartinly, mortal slow; but Gearge is sure."
"A can keep things in my yead," said George, "better than most folks can keep a book; I knows what I has, and what other folks can't get at. I knows how I put un in. First, the five-pound bill" "They must have stared to see you bring five pound in a lump, George, my dear!" said the hunchback. "Was it wise, do you think?" "Gearge bean't such a vool as a looks," replied the miller's man.
In return for this speech, the waggoner favoured him with a stare, followed by the exclamation: 'Oh, no! dang that! 'Why, what's the matter? quoth Evan. 'You en't goin' to be off, for to leave me and Gearge in the lurch there, with that ther' young woman, in that ther' pickle! returned the waggoner.
So well did he manage this, that a marked improvement in the tidiness of the round-house drew some praise from his master. "Thee'll be a sprack man yet, Gearge," said the windmiller, encouragingly. "Thee takes the broom into the corners now." "So I do," said George, unblushingly, "so I do. But lor, Master Lake, what a man you be to notice un!"
"There never was a man built for the chair like Bob Eccles I say! Our evening's broke up, and I, for one, 'd ha' made it morning. Hark, outside; By Gearge! they're snowballing." An adjournment to the front door brought them in view of a white and silent earth under keen stars, and Dick Curtis and the bilious boatbuilder, foot to foot, snowball in hand. A bout of the smart exercise made Mr.
'Why, old Sewis, says he, 'you're acquainted with old Sewis? Why, of course you are. Yes, old Sewis 's alive, Master Harry. And you bet me at single-wicket! That 'll be something to relate to 'em all. By Gearge, if I didn't think I'd got a nettle in my fist when I saw you pitch into my stumps. Dash it! thinks I. But th' old squire 'll be proud of you, that he will. My farm lies three miles away.
"Or do 'ee think 'tis 'My dear Dick'?" suggested George, anxiously, and with a sort of triumph in his tone, as if that were quite what he expected. "No, no. 'Tis an O, Gearge, that second letter. Besides, twould be My dear Gearge to thee, thou knows." Again the look with which the miller's man favored Abel was far from pleasant. "So 'twould, Abel. So 'twould. What a vool I be, to be sure!
She did good service, when George began to pursue his old policy of mixing some lies with the truth he told, by calling him to account. Nor was she daunted by his threatening glances. "It be no manners of use thee looking at me like that, Gearge Sannel," said she, folding her arms in a defiant attitude, which the painter hastily committed to memory.
"Maester!" she cried, "can Abel mind Jan a bit? I be going to clean the house." "Ay, ay," said the windmiller, "Abel can mind un. I be going to the village myself, but there's Gearge to start, if so be the wind rises. And then if he want Abel, thee must take the little un again." "Sartinly I will," said his wife; and Abel willingly received his charge and carried him off to play among the sacks.
I was feared on her, Gearge, I can tell 'ee; but I tried my luck again. 'What's a molar, Dame? says I. ''Tis a wus word than t'other, says she; 'and, if 'ee axes me any more voolish questions, I'll break thee yead for 'ee. Do 'ee think 'tis a very bad word, Gearge?" added Abel, with a rather indefensible curiosity. "I never heard un," said George.
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