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"I'st niver oss!" exclaimed Johnny, with indignation. "I'st niver oss!" repeated the judge. "What does he mean? I don't understand him." And he looked inquiringly at the bar. "He means," my lord, said a young counsel, "that he shall never offer, never attempt to do so."
'You're for stopping a bit, eh? he said, as if surprised. 'Well, she laughed, 'wouldn't you like me to? 'Oh, ay! he admitted readily, 'I'st like it well enough. I don't know but what you aren't all on ye very good you and th' wenches, and Fred as calls in of nights. But it's all one to me, I reckon. I take no pleasure i' life. Nay, he went on, 'it isn't because of her.
Then, melting into affection, 'Neaw, honey, be raysonable, an' I'st just run round t' corner, an' cook you up a bit o' meat for your supper. Yo git no strength eawt i' them messin things yo eat. Theer's nowt but wind in em. But not even the heterodox diet with which, every now and then, Dora for peace' sake allowed herself to be fed, behind Daddy's back, put any colour into her cheeks.
"I'st true Elspeth scuffled wi' her feet at the laist head and gar'd him close?" "A'll neither deny nor affirm, Drumsheugh; but there's nae doot when the mune began tae shine aboot nine, and Mactavish started aff on the Devil, somebody scrapit aside me. It wesna Jeems; he daurna for his life; and it wesna me. A'll no say but it micht be Elspeth, but she wes sair provokit.
He's like a wilted leaf nobbut t'least thing will bring it down. He's worn varra thin like, heart an lungs, and aw t' rest of him." An d' yo think I'st sit still an see yo murder him the poor lamb afore my eyes me as ha got nowt else but him i' t' wide warld? No yo yoong varlet goo an ast soom one else about Jenny Crum if yo 're just set on meddlin wi divil's wark but yo'll no trouble my 'Lias.
Theer's nobbut us two nawbody else cares a ha'porth about the yan or the tother coom along! yo give up, an I'st give up. He looked at her anxiously. There was a new manliness in his tone, answering to his growing manliness of stature. Two slow tears rolled down her cheeks, but she said nothing. She couldn't for the life of her.
Wal, I'st tell yo, Davy, an if iver yo want to say a word about Jenny Crum in our house afterwards, yo mun ha a gritstone whar your heart owt to be that's aw. And she leant over the wall of the little garden, twisting her apron in her old, tremulous hands, and choking down the tears which had begun to rise.
Sequm?" "It is," said the lady, haughtily. "Yas'm, dat's what I 'lowed. Dat's what I tole Carline leastwise dat's what I'st gwine tell her. Ise Cunnel Carsey's coachman." Mrs. Sequin eyed him coldly through a silver lorgnette. "Didn't they understand that I was coming on the eleven train?" "Yes'm, dat's right. But you allays has to 'low fer dem narrow gauges.
David gave her an angry shake, on which she toppled over among the fallen stones with an exasperating limpness, and lay there laughing. 'Oh, very well, said David, suddenly recovering himself; 'yo keep yor secret. I'st keep mine, that's aw.
Spending a Sunday in the town of Dewsbury, in company with a devoted brother and local preacher who is now in heaven, they were led to converse about the Community to which they both belonged. Abe said, "I was born in th' New Connexion, never aat of it, and by God's help I'st die in it, and I hope my children after me."
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