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But yo shouldno be soa tender, mon! Th' truth can do yo noa harm, wheer yo are, an I'm nobbut askin for informashun's sake. Soa out wi it; I'st not use it agen yo. That wee bit o' damned paper, man, what sent poor Strafford to his eend yo mind it? aye, 'at yo do! Well, now' and the old man's tone grew gently seductive 'explain yursel.
Out I ran, and getting hold of his arm towed him into dock. "Whatever has brought you here in such a gale of wind, Abe?" "Hurrah! I'st see him naa," was his only response. "See who?" "Why, th' young praacher to be sure; ha'nt ye gotten a young praacher in your haase? I've come to see him."
I'st teach yo to burn three candles down awbut to nothink 'at yo may bedizen yorsel in this way. Coom along wi yo. There was a scuffle on the stairs, and then Hannah burst open the door, dragging in an extraordinary figure indeed. Struggling and crying in her aunt's grip was Louie.
And he drew her nearer to him by her skirt, looking cautiously up and down the lane and across to the farm. 'If I get a good price for t' wool this year an theer's a new merchant coomin round, yan moor o' t' buyin soart nor owd Croker, soa they say, I'st save yo five shillin for a frock, chilt. Yo can goo an buy it, an I'st mak it straight wi yor aunt.
Curtenty suggested, throwing a side-glance at Callear the poulterer's close by, which was crammed with everything that flew, swam, or waddled. 'Call this a market? said the gooseherd. 'I'st tak' my lot over to Hanbridge, wheer there is a bit doing, by all accounts. Now, Mr.
I doan't know t' reets on 't missel, but I'st be sorry when yo conno see ony moor where Miss Charlotte an Miss Emily used to sit o' Sundays An theer's th' owd house. Yo used to be 'lowed to see Miss Charlotte's room, where she did her writin, but they tell me yo can't be let in now. Seems strange, doan't it, 'at onybody should be real fond o' that place?
'Ah, weel, said the woman with a sigh, 'as I said afore, I'st be reet sorry when Miss Charlotte's seat's gone. But yo conno ha brawlin i' church. William's reet enough there.
At length Abe rose to his feet, still smiling, and his hands clasped together; every eye was on him in a moment, and smiles and tears of joy mingled all over the chapel; the women wiped their eyes, and the men shouted, "Glory, Abe! God bless the', lad." "Friends," he began, "I am happy, I mun spaike naa, or I'st brust mysen." "Go on, Abe," came from all parts of the chapel.
And, raising his hand to his hat, the old man took it off and swept it round with a courtly deliberation. Then replacing it, he sat with his face raised, as though to one standing near, his whole attitude full of a careful and pompous dignity. 'Now then, yor Majesty, said 'Lias grimly, I'st ha to put that question to yo, yance moor, yo wor noan so well pleased wi this mornin.
"Hey, my lads, I mean to go on; I'm noan going to turn back naa; it's heaven I set aat for, and heaven I mean. I've been on th' road aboon fifty years, and I'st get t' th' end afore lang." And then he went on to say how glad he was to see them there once more, and to see the place full of earnest worshippers. "You knaw it warn't always soa.
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