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"Firstly, Peter Hacker's dunning you for two years' rent and will turn you out if you don't pay it; and secondly, he refuses to be bound by what his father promised your Thomas long years afore you married; and thirdly, you'm tokened to old Johnny French; but he won't take you if you're not to have the cottage free gratis and for ever."

My ivers! You, as doan't forget nothin', to forget me! Yet, maybe, 'tis the low light of the fire as hides me from 'e." "You'm a mariner, I reckon?" "I reckon so, if ever theer was wan. An' I'll be the richer by a mate's ticket 'fore the year's dead. But never mind me. How be you all all well? I thot I'd pop in an' surprise 'e."

"If I knawed, I shouldn't tell 'e, not now. I'd sooner cut my tongue out than aid 'e 'pon the road you'm set. An' you a righteous thinkin' man wance!" He looked at her and there was that in his face which showed a mind busy with time past. His voice had changed and his eyes softened. "I be punished for much, Mary Chirgwin.

At the sound of my voice, he let go the handle of the bellows, and turned; as I watched, I saw his brows draw suddenly together, while the golden hairs of his beard seemed to curl upward. "Suppose I be?" "Then I wish to speak with you." "Be that what you'm come for?" "Yes." "Be you come far?" "Yes." "That's a pity." "Why?" "'Cause you'll 'ave a good way to go back again." "What do you mean?"

"To what do I owe this honour?" asked the stranger, gazing back at him. Zeb pulled out a great turnip-watch from his fob, and said "You'm dressin?" "Ay, for the wedding." "Then look sharp. You've got a bare five-an'-twenty minnits." "Excuse me, I'm not to be married till eleven." "Iss, iss, but they're comin' at ten, sharp." "And who in the world may 'they' be?" "The press-gang."

'Tis terrible work dipping into it, an' I looks at both sides of a halfpenny 'fore I spend it. Wish you would. You'm tu generous, Will. But accounts are that difficult." This was not the spirit of the hour, however. "I was gwaine to say that out of all our happiness an' fortune we might let a little bubble awver for Chris eh? She'm such a gude gal, an' you love her so dearly as what I do a'most."

Boase instead of for Ishmael, and when he was shown into the study he stood revolving his cap in his hands and some weighty thought in his brain till the Parson bade him sit down and say what it was had brought him. But John-James still stood and, his eyes fixed anxiously on the Parson, at last blurted out: "Mr. Boase, you'm tachen Ishmael things like gentry do belong to knaw, aren't 'ee?"

Wipe your shiny eyes an' keep a happy faace to 'em, an' never let wan of the lot dream what's hid in 'e. Cock your li'l nose high, an' be peart an' gay. An' let un buy you what he will, 't is no odds; we can send his rubbish back again arter, when he knaws you'm another man's wife.

"I'm terrible unwilling to tell young people concerning the future as a rule for why? Because the future of most people be cruel miserable, and it knocks the heart out of the young to hear of what's coming; but you'm a sensible girl, and don't want to go through life blind.

To pale, trembling Huldah, whose every nerve had been set quivering by the mere sound of his step on the stair, he threw only a cool nod, as, awkwardly enough, he made his way to his wife's bedside, and sat down beside her. "I hear you'm bad," he said, coolly, but it was plain that her altered appearance shocked him.