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If we keep them over the winter we'll have to send them inland and pay no end for their grazing and then maybe the price of mutton ull go down in the Spring." "It ud be a fool's job to täake them." "You say that because you don't want to have to fetch them up from the Salt Innings. I tell you you're getting lazy, Fuller." "My old mäaster never called me that."
"Go home, Blob!" said the Parson, patting him. "Home!" pointing, "Home! and stop making a blob o yourself for the present, there's a good boy. Mr. Piper wants you to help him." Blob shook a slow head. "Nay," he said in musical Sussex. "Oi'll boide with Maaster Sir." Here was another boy in a land of men. In a dim way he felt their kinship.
"I wur going to say, missus, as my mäaster up at Garlinge Green, whur I wur afore I took to the Marsh at Botolph's Bridge my mäaster, Mus' Pebsham, had a valiant set of Spanish ship, as big as liddle cattle; you shud ought to have seen them." "Did he do any crossing with 'em?" "No, missus leastways not whiles I wur up at the Green." Joanna stared through the thick red sunset to the horizon.
Sometimes when I see her walking through a field near the lambing time, I'm scared for my ewes, thinking they'll drop their lambs out of fright. I can't help being thankful as she's in black now for this season, though maybe I shudn't ought to say it, seeing as we've lost a good mäaster, and one as we'll all be tediously regretting in a week or two if we äun't now.
Willie, the farm lad, appeared on the threshold. His face was flushed and scared. "Where's Jim?" he said in a thick voice. "Ooosh-sh! Doan't yo' knaw t' coffin's coom? 'E's oopstairs w' t' owd maaster." "Well 'e mun coom down. T' mare's taaken baad again in 'er insi-ide." "T' mare, Daasy?" "Yes." "Eh dear, there's naw end to trooble. Yo go oop and fatch Jimmy." Willie hesitated.
"Oh, that's what they say, is it?" and she would laugh a big jolly laugh like a boy's. So far she had enjoyed being "Mäaster" of Little Ansdore. It meant a lot of work and a lot of thought and a lot of talking and interference, but Joanna shrank from none of these things.
Be yü going to stop long this time, Maäster Harry?" "Not at the Hollies, Tobias. I shall go down to the Queen's to-morrow: I've got rooms there."
You can mind, carn't you, wife, how we used to see him and his brothers riding by with their ponies and their long hair? It is just like King Arthur and the cakes, it is." At this his good wife, with a toss of her head, said, "Don't you be so ignorant, maaster, talking about what you don't know. It's King Henry you means." "That I don't. I mean King Arthur.
He spat on his hands and rubbed them together before seizing his end of the hurdle. Then he spoke: "My stars! to see maaster when he heard! He rolled all about as if he was drunk. An' yet 'tis the bestest thing as could fall 'pon the gal. 'Er was lookin' for the cheel in a month or so, they do say. Then Mr.
Every able-bodied man 'ave bin trained for a sodger, jist to carry out that ould Kaiser's plans. A cantin' old 'ippycrit, tha's wot 'ee es. But we bean't fear'd ov'm, Maaster Bob. One Englishman es wuth five Germans, 'cos every Englishman es a volunteer, an' a free man. Aw I do wish I wos twenty 'ear younger. Of course you'll be off with the rest of the young gen'lemen?" But Bob did not reply.
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