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Robson, however, had put away her knitting, voices were heard at a good distance down the lane, but coming nearer every moment, and once more Daniel climbed the little brow to look and to listen. 'It's a' reet! said he, hobbling quickly down. 'Niver fidget theesel' wi' gettin' ready to go search for her.
I raved an' prayed an' pled wi' th' lass to let me carry her across th' seas, wheer I'd heerd tell theer was help fur such loike; but she pled back i' her broken, patient way that it wouldna be reet, an' happen it wur the Lord's will. She didna say much to th' sojer. I scarce heerd her speak to him more than once, when she axed him to let her go away by hersen.
'A dare say he did kill 'em dead; he's not one to do things by halves. And a think he served 'em reet, that's what a do. 'Is na' this Hester, as serves in Foster's shop? asked Sylvia, in a low voice, as a young woman came through a stile in the stone wall by the roadside, and suddenly appeared before them. 'Yes, said Philip. 'Why, Hester, where have you been? he asked, as they drew near.
Mason moreover was discontented with the terms under which she sold her milk; and there were inquiries to be made as to another factor, and perhaps a new bargain to be struck. "Oh, the missis woan't be heaem till dark," said Daffady. "She's not yan to do her business i' haaeste. She'll see to 't aa hersen. An she's reet there.
An soomtimes I wakes in the morning, an I thinks o the men, cropin away in the dark down theer under me and my bed for they do say the pits now runs right under Ferth village an I think to mysel how long will it be before yo poor fellers is laying like my Jim? Yer may be reet about the accidents, Mr.
"I would na spend that sovereign if I was starvin'. I'm going to leave it to Ann Hutchinson in ma will when I dee. I've axed questions about him reet and left ever sin' I can remember, but theer's nobody knows much. Mother says he was fine an' handsome, an' gentry through an' through.
The sententious graybeard was never quite so happy, never looked quite so wise, never shook his head with such an air of good-humored consequence, never winked with such profundity of facetiousness, as when "the laal limber Frenchman" was giving a "merry touch." Wouldn't Monsey sing summat and fiddle to it too; aye, that he would, Mattha knew reet weel. "Sing!" cried the little man, "sing!
Also he hated particularly, and in this order, Londoner's, Yorkshiremen, Scotch, Welch and Irish, because they were not "reet Staffordshire," and he hated all other Staffordshire men as insufficiently "reet." He wanted to have all his own women inviolate, and to fancy he had a call upon every other woman in the world.
There was also one father with three daughters in anxious control, a father of the old school scarcely half broken in, reluctant, rebellious and consciously and conscientiously "reet Staffordshire." The daughters were all alert to suppress the possible plungings, the undesirable humorous impulses of this almost feral guest. They nipped his very gestures in the bud.
"At least, the anes ye get from people ye love dinna. They dinna stay on the outside. They strike in until they find the center of your heart and make their stopping-place there, and naething can take them from ye I doubt if even death Na, lad, ye can be reet sure kisses dinna wash off!"
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