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That's the business of the foreman; I'll call him." He was rising from his seat when the stranger laid a heavy hand on his shoulder and gently forced him down again. "Noa, lad! I don't want noa foreman nor understrappers to take this job. I want to talk it over wi' you. Sabe? My woife she bin up and awaa these six months.
In a trice, aw t' leets went out; thar wur a great rash to t' dooer; a whirrin sound i' th' air loike a covey o' partriches fleeing off; and then ey heerd nowt more; for a great stoan fell o' meh scoance, an' knockt me down senseless. When I cum' to, I wur i' Nick Demdike's cottage, wi' his woife watching ower me, and th' unbapteesed chilt i' her arms."
There ain't nothing like being scared out of their wits for making women reasonable it's about the only time they have their sinses, so far as I know." "If she won't come, what then?" Caius demanded hastily. "My woife says that if ye're not more of a fool than we take ye for, she'll go." There was something in the mechanical repetition of what his wife had said that made Caius suspect.
"A's gone to Ztratvoard to-own, whur's woife do li-ive went a-yesterday." Nick sat blindly down upon the other trestle. He did not put his cap on again: he had quite forgotten it. Master Will Shakspere gone to Stratford and only the day before! Too late just one little day too late! It seemed like cruel mockery. Why, he might be almost home!
The docther ought to tell that sure an' he has the eddication, an' Oi haven't." "There were no marks of violence?" "Phat?" "The victims had not been struck down?" "Oi dunno as to that, sur better axed the docther." "Hum!" Coroner Busby mused for a moment. "How long have you lived with the Langmore family?" "Iver since Mr. Langmore married his sicond woife." "How many of the family lived at home?"
"An' t' black mon," cried Hal o' Nabs, breathlessly, "t' black mon wur Nick Demdike?" "Yoan guest it," replied Ashbead, "'t wur he! Ey wur so glopp'nt, ey couldna speak, an' meh blud fruz i' meh veins, when ey heerd a fearfo voice ask Nick wheere his woife an' chilt were. 'The infant is unbaptised, roart t' voice, 'at the next meeting it must be sacrificed.
I know his wife, an Irishwoman, and she ought at least to have his body for decent burial." "Faix, an he's roight," cried one, who seemed a leader. "We've killed the man. Let his woife have what's left uv 'im;" and the crowd broke away, following the speaker.
"It be, surely," Harry said; "but what a sight o' good it would do, and if his woife be willing to give oop her time to the girls, maybe he would do as much for us." There was a pause again. Several of the lads looked irresolute. "Well," Bill Cummings said, "I be ready for another if some more of 'ee will join't." The example was contagious. Four others agreed to join.
Ay, surely, when I've buried six sons and daughters, and last of all my woife, and dug all their graves mysel', save two, which were Jack in Mericky, which died of yellow fever, and only a packet of letters sent back to us belonging to him, and in them there were a bit o' his mother's grey hair which he had cut off that playful afore he went away; and then there were Rob, that were killed down a coal mine, and we could never get at his body, and he left a widder and three childer, and she were married to one o' his chums afore a twelvemonth past the unfeeling hussy; but I've washed my hands of the lot.
"A sture woife, and a dour," said one Cumbrian peasant, as he clattered by in his wooden brogues, with a noise like the trampling of a dray-horse. "She has gone to ho master, with ho's name in her mouth," said another; "Shame the country should be harried wi' Scotch witches and Scotch bitches this gate but I say hang and drown."
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