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"Peter," said the Ancient, "wheer be goin'?" "Home!" said I. "And wheer be that?" "The cottage in the Hollow," said I. "What th' 'aunted cottage?" he cried, staring. "Yes," I nodded; "from what I saw of it, I think, with a little repairing, it might suit me very well." "But the ghost?" cried the old man; "have ye forgot the ghost?"
"As God in heaven's my judge, he ban't no cheel of mine, and I knaw nothing about him no, nor yet his faither nor mother nor plaace of birth. I found un wheer I said, and if I've lied by a fraction, may God choke me as I stand here afore you." "An' I believe you to the bottom!" declared his father-in-law.
I ban't your faither, I tell 'e, an' I do never mean to see thy faace agin. Go wheer you'm minded; but get 'e gone from here. Tramp the broad road with the crowd the narrer path's closed agin 'e. And this this let it burn same as him what sent it will." He picked up the note nearest to him, crumpled it into a ball and flung it upon the fire.
Then Mulvaney changes his tune an' axes her solemn-like if she'd thought o' t' consequences o' gettin' two poor but honest soldiers sent t' Andamning Islands. Mrs. DeSussa began to cry, so Mulvaney turns round oppen t' other tack and smooths her down, allowin' 'at Rip ud be a vast better off in t' Hills than down i' Bengal, and 'twas a pity he shouldn't go wheer he was so well beliked.
"George," said I, "let us get back to work." Yet, in a little while, I set aside the hammer, and turned to the door. "Peter, wheer be goin'?" "To try and make my peace with the Ancient," I answered, and forthwith crossed the road to "The Bull."
A's been t' queen! A'se ta'en Donkin on t' reet side, an' he'll coom in to-morrow, just permiskus, an' ax for work, like as if 't were a favour; t' oud felley were a bit cross-grained at startin', for he were workin' at farmer Crosskey's up at t' other side o' t' town, wheer they puts a strike an' a half of maut intil t' beer, when most folk put nobbut a strike, an t' made him ill to convince: but he'll coom, niver fear!
'But I'm not goin t'night, Rachael, nor yet t'morrow. 'Tan't easy overmuch t' know wheer t' turn, but a good heart will coom to me. Herein, too, the sense of even thinking unselfishly aided him. Before he had so much as closed Mr.
I wish the light may strike me dead wheer I stand, for I be a blot afore Him, else I'd never be made to suffer like this here. Awnly if any man among 'e will up an' tell me what I've done I'll thank en." "'Tis the land as have sinned, not you," said Mary. "This reaches more'n us o' Drift. Come your ways an' get out o' these clothes, else you'll catch your death.
"'Took 'e for 'is awn'! Wheer is he, then? Why be you here?" "He'm comin', I tell 'e. He'm a true man, an' he shawed me what 'tis to love." "Bought you, you damned harlot!" She knew the word was vile, but a shred of John Barron's philosophy supported her. "My awnly sin is I've lied to you, faither; an' you've no right to call me evil names." "Never call me faither no more, lewd slut!
"Then, neither can I swallow your beef and ale," said I. "Wheer be goin'?" he inquired, rising, and following as I made for the gate. "To the end of the road," I answered. "Then you be goin' pretty fur that theer road leads to the sea." "Why, then I'm going to the sea," said I. "What to do?" "I haven't the ghost of an idea," I returned. "Can you work?" "Yes," said I. "Can ye thatch a rick?"
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