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Right'll be done, and there hain't no more sufferin' fallin' to your share, ... You been doin' God's rough work, Jed, and I don't calc'late he figgers to have you punished f'r it...."

"Then think twice about it, Eltham, and be sure to change thy mind t' second time; for I tell thee, Craven is as innocent as thee or me; and though t' devil and t' lawyers hev all t' evidence on their side, I'll lay thee twenty sovereigns that right'll win. What dost ta say, Phyllis, dearie?"

Right's right, but right'll be left mind what I tell you." Another time on the same day, as I now recall it I overheard the carpenter saying that he was going to build a brick house in Boston up on Temple Place. "And there'll be fan-lights over the door," he said, "their panels as thin as rose-leaves, and leaded glass in a fine pattern." The carpenter was a craftsman who aspired to be an artist.

At last he crossed over towards an elderly man in company with a young soldier, who was walking lamely with a stick. "Excuse me," he said, formally, addressing the elder man, "but am I right for Ipscombe?" "That you are, muster. The next turnin' to the right'll bring yer to it." Peter Betts looked the stranger over as he spoke, with an inquisitive eye. "You've come from the meeting, I suppose?"

You know my bunch'd got down t' about a hundred head don't know what I ben a-hangin' on fer, only a man hates t' give up an' own hisself beat out. An' my woman she's a fighter. "She kep' standin' at my back like, oh, like well, she kep' a-sayin' 'We'll win out yet, John, you see. Right'll win ev'ry time. You see we are just ready to get th' patent on our land.

"Dunno w'ere you are!... Well, of course, you look like that! You're in Bermondsey, mister, an' if you tyke my advice you'll go 'ome an' sty 'ome. People like you didden ought to be let out alone! You go 'ome to your mother, sir! The first turnin' on the right'll bring you to the trams...." He did as she told him, hurrying away from the dark street as quickly as he could. He was trembling.

Business and just business, that's all there is to her. How long are you goin' to keep her here?" "How long? Why, forever, I hope. What are you talkin' about?" The drummer winked. "That's all right," he observed. "You want to keep her, I don't doubt: but one of these days somebody else'll be wanting her more than you do. Mr. Right'll be coming along here some time and then good night!