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"Hope to God," says I to myzell, "poor Tom wun't coom here to-day: arl up with her, if 'a doeth: and who be there to suckzade 'un?" Mark me now, all these charps was good to shutt 'un, as her coom crass the watter; the watter be waide enow there and stony, but no deeper than my knee-place.
"Nothing at all, John," our Annie answered; "only the horrible ferocity of that miserable blacksmith." "That be nayther here nor there," John continued, with some wrath at his own interruption: "Blacksmith knawed whutt the Squire had been; and veared to lose his own custom, if Squire tuk to shooin' again. Shutt any man I would myzell as intervared wi' my trade laike.
And Betty held the lanthorn up, and defied me to deny it; and the light through the horn showed a gleam in her eyes, such as I had never seer there before. "No odds, no odds about that," she continued; "mak a fool of myzell to spake of it. Arl gone into churchyard. But it be a lucky foolery for thee, my boy, I can tull 'ee. For I love to see the love in thee.
I myzell been o' that zort one taime every bit so well as you be. And Betty held the lanthorn up, and defied me to deny it; and the light through the horn showed a gleam in her eyes, such as I had never seer there before. 'No odds, no odds about that, she continued; 'mak a fool of myzell to spake of it. Arl gone into churchyard. But it be a lucky foolery for thee, my boy, I can tull 'ee.
'Nothing at all, John, our Annie answered; 'only the horrible ferocity of that miserable blacksmith. 'That be nayther here nor there, John continued, with some wrath at his own interruption: 'Blacksmith knawed whutt the Squire had been; and veared to lose his own custom, if Squire tuk to shooin' again. Shutt any man I would myzell as intervared wi' my trade laike.
"'Hope to God, says I to myzell, 'poor Tom wun't coom here to-day: arl up with her, if 'a doeth: and who be there to suckzade 'un? Mark me now, all these charps was good to shutt 'un, as her coom crass the watter; the watter be waide enow there and stony, but no deeper than my knee-place.
Nor nothing else to my knowing; nor heard nothing, save thee snoring." "Watt a vule thee must be then, Jan; and me myzell no better. Harken, lad, harken!" We drew our horses up and listened, through the thickness of the air, and with our hands laid to our ears.
Nor nothing else to my knowing; nor heard nothing, save thee snoring. 'Watt a vule thee must be then, Jan; and me myzell no better. Harken, lad, harken! We drew our horses up and listened, through the thickness of the air, and with our hands laid to our ears.
I will have her, or I will die, Betty." "Wull. Thee will die in either case. But it baint for me to argify. And do her love thee too, Jan?" "I hope she does, Betty I hope she does. What do you think about it?" "Ah, then I may hold my tongue to it. Knaw what boys and maidens be, as well as I knew young pegs. I myzell been o' that zort one taime every bit so well as you be."
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