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"Don't talk to me about the customary delays and the parson's duty!" cried Fritz. "Tell me this: does he do his duty without being paid for it?" "We must all live," pleaded good Mr. Engelman; "the parson must pay the butcher and the baker, like the rest of us." "That's shirking the question, my dear sir! Will the parson marry Minna and me, without being paid for it?"
"That's what I told him," she went on. "An' I don't. I don't know 's ever I did, to speak of. It never really come up till now. He repeated texts o' Scriptur'. 'Parson, says I, 'you ain't a woman that had one son, as good a boy as ever stepped, an' then lost him. 'Tain't a week, says I, 'sence he was carried out o' this house. Don't you talk to me about God."
"That's a fraction you got hold of, brother William John, I remember the parson calling out those names at your wedding: 'I, William John, take thee, Susan; yes, that's a fraction, but what's the good of it?" "What I mean is, it ain't forty-five and half of forty-five. Half of one, eh? That's identical with a fraction. One a stroke and two under it." "You've got it correct," Anthony assented.
So a were puzzled-like; an' at length a says, "Thou mun ask t' parson that; a'm but a poor faint-hearted widow-woman; but a've allays had God's blessing somehow, now a bethink me, an' a'll share it wi' thee as far as my will goes." So he raxes his hand across t' table, an' mutters summat, as he grips mine.
And though I wished to spare Lenny, the young ruffian, a public disgrace for your sake, Parson Dale, and Mrs. Fairfield's yet a good caning in private " "Stop, sir!" said Riccabocca, mildly, "and hear me."
If I had him here, I'd kick his guts out, the young monkey! I hope you gave him something he'll remember for a long time?" "Oh, no, it wasn't very much, for he wouldn't stand up to me he threw himself down and screamed. And then the parson came!" For a little while Lasse's face was disfigured with rage, and he kept uttering threats. Then he turned to Pelle. "And they've turned you out?
It so happened that they were sitting together in Parson Throckmorton's garden a day or so after this when a friend came running in with tidings the most unexpected and incredible. A negro slave had come from a plantation a few miles inland and he bore a letter written by none other than Captain Jonathan Wellsby of the Plymouth Adventure.
He explained, as far as he could do so without mentioning his disappointment at finding it was otherwise; and then went on: "Well, never mind that. Now I want to ask you something. There is one detail of our wedding which I am sure you will leave to me. My inclination is not to be married at the horrid little church here, with all the yokels staring round at us, and a droning parson reading."
My dear parson, he talks of the light of our countenances a light that is lit by hospitality on the one hand, and moderate social enjoyment on the other. It is a light, however, that neither of us would exchange for a pale face and an eye that seems to have something mysterious at the back of it."
And if it was true well, he did not see how they could have done otherwise than stay and help him out of the water after capsizing him into it. It really seemed to him as if these boys did not deserve to be punished. True, Telson and Parson had been twice late this week, but that was not what they were reported for now. The question was, were they to be chastised for this third offence or not?
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