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With a fearful cry Sim broke from his grasp, sprung to the door, and in an instant was lost in the darkness without. Ralph stood where Sim had left him, transfixed by some horrible consciousness. A slow paralysis seemed to possess all his senses. What had he read in those eyes that seemed to live before him still? "Good neet," said old Matthew as he got up and trudged out.
It's th' faggedness as makes me trembly an' hunger." "Hunger?" "I ha' not tasted sin' th' neet afore last," shamefacedly. "I hadna th' money to buy, an' it seemt loike I could howd out." "Hold out!" echoed Langley in some excitement. "That's a poor business, my lad. Here, come with me. The other matter can wait, Evans."
'It's none o' my doing, said Philip; 'there's business to be done, and John Foster says I'm to do it; and I'm to start to-morrow. 'I'll not turn thee out wi'out thy ruffled shirt, if I sit up a' neet, said Alice, resolutely. 'Niver fret thyself, mother, about t' shirt, said Philip. 'If I need a shirt, London's not what I take it for if I can't buy mysel' one ready-made.
Aw wonder how they can for shame' o' their face. A lot o' mee-mawing snickets! But they 're no better nor porritch, Robert, when they're looked up. 'Not a bit, Betty, not a bit! But I mun be off. Good neet to yo'. 'Good neet Robert, said Betty. An' away he went wi' th' cart up to th' Hollins." "Aw'll tell tho what, Skedlock," said Nanny; "that woman's a terrible tung!"
"It's a bad night, Mattha Branthet," said a new-comer. "Dost tak me for a born idiot?" asked the old man. "Dost think I duddent known that afore I saw thee, that thou must be blodderen oot, It's a bad neet, Mattha Branthet?" There was a dash of rustic spite in the old man's humor which gave it an additional relish. "Ye munnet think to win through the world on a feather bed, lad," he added.
We'd no kitchen range i' yon days, but a gert oppen fireplace, wheer thou could look up the chimley and see the stars shining of a frosty neet." "But doesn't a peat fire give off a terrible lot of ash?" I asked. "Aye, it does that," she replied, "but we used to like the ash; we could roast taties in't, and many's the time we've sat i' the ingle-nook and made our supper o' taties and buttermilk."
A say, Hobbs, said he, raising his voice, 'is a' shut up for t' neet; for a'd be glad of a glass. A'm Dannel Robson, thou knows. Not one word in reply, any more than from the tomb; but his speech had been heard nevertheless. The crowd behind him began to jeer and to threaten; there was no longer any keeping down their voices, their rage, their terrible oaths.
When yo' wur searchin' fur drift to keep up th' fire after th' owd mon deed an' left yo' alone, happen yo' nivver guessed as it wur me as heaped little piles i' th' nooks o' th' rocks so as yo'd think 'at th' tide had left it theer happen yo' did n't, but it wur true. I've stayed round the old house many a neet, feared summat mought harm yo', an' yo' know yo' niwer gave me a good word, Meg.
'Why it's bare five now! bless t' lad, does he think o' staying theere a' neet, and they up so late last night, and Mrs. Robson ailing beside? Mother 'll not think it kind on yo' either, will she, Bess? 'I dunno. Charley mun do as he likes; I daresay no one'll miss him if he does bide away till eight. 'Well, well!
The boy stood there feeling the silence the tomb near by the wonder and pathos of fame, and all that thrill of undefined emotion to which youth yields itself so hungrily. The sexton startled him by tapping him on the shoulder. 'Time to go home, yoong man. My sister she told me to say good neet to yer, and she wishes yo good luck wi your journey. Where are yo puttin up?
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