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A feyther's deep an lasting curse leet on her guilty heoad, an on those of aw her accursed race. Nah rest, neet nor day, win ey know, till ey ha brought em to the stake." "Right right my good friend an excellent resolution bring them to the stake!" cried Potts.
He mun ha' co'de at 'Th' Rompin' Kitlin'; but, I'll look in as I go by." "I wish thou would, Skedlock. An' dunnot' go an' keep him, now; send him forrud whoam." "I will, Nanny I dunnot want to stop, mysel'. Con yo lend me a lantron?" "Sure I can. Jenny, bring that lantron; an' leet it. It'll be two hours afore th' moon rises. It's a fine neet, but it's dark."
For the rest it was an instructive song to be sung as a lullaby to a child; for this was what Nan more or less made out amid the various experiments and repetitions: Oh, Johnnie is a clever lad; Last neet he fuddled all he had; This morn he wasna very bad; He looked the best of ony!
Helbeck said when Laura told him of her wish to go and see her cousins? "I'll warrant he wasn't best pleased! Feyther couldn't abide him because of Teddy. He didn't thraw no stones that neet i' Whinthrupp Lane feyther was a strict man and read his Bible reg'lar but he stood wi' t' lads an looked on he didn't say owt to stop 'em. Mr. Helbeck called to him he had a priest with him 'Mr.
There's some felleys that no woman can shap', and Amos is one o' em. 'Aw towd him, faither, that yo' know'd yo' were wed, and yo'd nobbud been agate seventeen year. 'An' what did he say to that, Milly? asked her mother. 'Why, he towd me aw know'd too mich. And at this both Abraham and his wife joined in hearty laughter. 'When does Penrose bring his wife to Rehoboth, missis? 'Saturday neet.
"I promised her, Mester, as yo' can guess, an' we kneeled down an' kissed th' grass, an' she took a bit o' th' sod to put i' her bosom. An' then we stood up an' looked at each other, an' at last she put her dear face on my breast an' kissed me, as she had done every neet sin' we were mon an' wife. "'Good-bye, dear lad, she whispers her voice aw broken. 'Doant come back to th' house till I'm gone.
He'll be here in abeawt three-quarters of an hour that is, if he doesn't co', an' I hope he'll not, to neet. I'll put th' kettle on. Jenny, my lass, bring him a tot o' ale." I sat down by the side of a small round table, with a thick plane-tree top, scoured as white as a clean shirt; and Jenny brought me an old-fashioned blue-and-white mug, full of homebrewed.
A met Nanny Corney i' Monkshaven last neet, and she axed me for t' let our Sylvia come o' New Year's Eve, an' see Molly an' her man, that 'n as is wed beyond Newcassel, they'll be over at her feyther's, for t' New Year, an' there's to be a merry-making. Sylvia's colour came, her eyes brightened, she would have liked to go; but the thought of her mother came across her, and her features fell.
'D'yo think they're my flesh an blood, thoose childer? An who'll ha to do for 'em but me, I should loike to know? Who'll ha to put up wi their messin an their dirt but me? Twenty year ha yo an I been married, Reuben, an niver till this neet did I ha to goo down on my knees an sweep oop after scrubbin-day! Iv I'm to be moidered wi em, I'll be paid for 't. Soa I let yo know it's little enough.
Wal, upon my word! and Hannah drew herself back, flinging every slow word in his face like a blow. 'Yo feature your mither, yo do, boath on you, pretty close. I allus said it ud coom out i' yo too. Prayer-meetin! Yo yoong hypocrite! Gang your ways! Yo may sleep i' th' stable; it's good enough liggin for yo this neet.
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