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And of course I had all in readiness when they brought him back last night there was naught to do but lay him out. Me and Mrs. Thompson next door, did it, i' no time. Wheer will you be for buryin' him, Mestur Collingwood?" "We must think that over," answered Collingwood. "Well, an' theer's all ready for that, too," responded Mrs. Clough.
"The reason is, 'what's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh. I knawed your faither. You'm as volatile as him wi'out his better paarts." "Leave him wheer he lies underground. If he'd lived 'stead of bein' cut off from life, you'd 'a' bin proud to knaw him." "A gypsy-man and no better, Will," said Mr. Blee. "Not but what he made a gude end, I allow." "Then I'll be up and away.
Then shoo set hersel on a rock behind t' fall an' clapped her hands an' laughed. I looked at her an' I saw t' bonniest seet I've iver set een on. "You see by now t' sun had getten high up i' t' sky, an' were shinin' straight up t' beck on to t' fall. There had bin a bit o' flood t' day afore, an' t' watter were throwin' up spray wheer it fell on to t' rocks below t' fall.
My heart be pumping wind, lifeless wind; my lung-play's gone, tu, an' my sight's come awver that coorious. Be Gaffer Lezzard nigh?" "Here, alongside 'e, Bill." "Gimme your hand then, an' let auld scores be wiped off in this shattering calamity. Us have differed wheer us could these twoscore years; but theer mustn't be no more ill-will wi' me tremblin' on the lip o' the graave."
Thank God I've heard little to call ill news for a month or two. Not but what I've fancied a shadow on my gal's face more'n wance." "If not on hers, wheer should 'e see it?" asked Mr. Blee eagerly." I've seed it, tu, an' for that matter theer's sour looks an' sighs elsewheer. People ban't blind, worse luck.
He'll pay the evil-doer his just dues wi'out no help from you." "I've got a voice in my ear, Mary a voice louder'n any human voice; an' it bids me be doin' as the instrument of God A'mighty's just rage. If you can help me, then I bid you do it, if not, let me be away. Did you read any o' that theer letter so much as a word, or did 'e larn wheer 'twas writ from?"
"Then ye'll no tell me wheer he is?" she asked with a heart-breaking trill in her voice. "On ma word, lass, I dinna ken," he cried, half passionately. "On your word, Mr. M'Adam" she said with a quiet scorn in her voice that might have stung Iscariot. The little man spun round in his chair, an angry red dyeing his cheeks. In another moment he was suave and smiling again.
But if you, being so full of learning, Mas'r Davy, could think of anything to say as might bring her to believe I wasn't greatly hurt: still loving of her, and mourning for her: anything as might bring her to believe as I was not tired of my life, and yet was hoping fur to see her without blame, wheer the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest anything as would ease her sorrowful mind, and yet not make her think as I could ever marry, or as 'twas possible that anyone could ever be to me what she was I should ask of you to say that with my prayers for her that was so dear.
'Tis true, anyway. I shouldn't have failed in love wi' her if she'd been cleverer'n me." "Or she with you, perhaps?" "P'r'aps not. Anyway as it stands we'm halves of a whole: made for man and wife. I reckon I weern't wan to miss my way in love like some poor fules, as wastes it wheer they might see't wasn't wanted if they'd got eyes in their heads." "What it is to be so wise!"
Hows'ever, I don' cherish grudges; so, ez I wuz gwine ter say, ye knit thirty-six reounds above wheer ye dropped yer thumb, an' then ye toe off in ev'ry fifth stetch, an' du it reg'Iar, Emerline; an' then take up yer thumb on tew needles, an' on t'other you pick up the stetches I told yer ter cast up, an' knit twelve reounds, an' thumb off 'ith narryin' ev'ry third"