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But when a sent it home, I thought my vather would have had the law of un. I'm blessed if a hadn't given the mare four white feet, and shoulders that wouldn't have pulled a vegetable cart; and she near- wheeler of the mail! I'd lay a pound bill Jan Lake would a done her ever so much better, for as young a hand as a is, if a'd squinted at her as long."
'Missus! whispered he, 'a've watched t' maister t' bed; an' now a'd be greatly beholden to yo' if yo'd let me just lay me down i' t' house-place. A'd warrant niver a constable i' a' Monkshaven should get sight o' t' maister, an' me below t' keep ward. Bell shivered a little. 'Nay, Kester, she said, patting her hand kindly on his shoulder; 'there's nought for t' fear.
'Come, missus! come, missus! said he, 'there couldn't be more ado if a'd been guilty of murder, an' yet a say again, as a said afore, a'm noane ashamed o' my doings. Here, Sylvie, lass, tak' thy mother off me, for a cannot do it mysel', it like sets me off. His voice was quavering as he said this. Good-by, my lass; look well after mother, and ask Philip for guidance if it's needed.
'A wish a'd been theere; a'd ha' felled him to t' ground, said Kester, clenching his stiff, hard hand with indignation. Sylvia was silent again: pale and weary she sate, her eyes still shut. Then she said, 'Yet he were so good to mother; and mother loved him so. Oh, Kester! lifting herself up, opening her great wistful eyes, 'it's well for folks as can die; they're spared a deal o' misery.
Crackenfudge, let us hear it at once." "Well, then, Sir Thomas, a' told you a'd keep my eye on that chap." "On whom? name him, sir." "A' can't, Sir Thomas; the fellow in the inn." "Oh! what about him?" "Why he has taken her off." "Taken whom off?" shouted the baronet, in a voice of thunder. "You contemptible scoundrel, whom has he taken off?" "Your daughter, Sir Thomas Miss Gourlay.
"How, then, of Nanfan Speckle, the tanner?" "A's as pied as a's name," quoth she, "both soul and body." "There be Jezreel Spittlewig, the joiner." "Methinks," quoth she, "if a'd do a little joining to a's own shackling body, a might hold together long enough to go through the marriage ceremony," saith she. "Howbeit, I'm not a-sure of 't." "Well, then, Jack Stirthepot, the chair-mender."
"Ah, weel," he said, "A' shall be wanting to go into Amiens, to-night, Captain Blackie, sir-r, and A've a graund poem at the back of me heid that A'd like to be writing. You'll no' be wanting me?" "Not till four," said Captain Blackie; "I want you to stand by then in case Fritz tries something funny. The circus paid a visit to 89 yesterday evening and it may be our turn to-night."
'A wish a'd been theere; a'd ha' felled him to t' ground, said Kester, clenching his stiff, hard hand with indignation. Sylvia was silent again: pale and weary she sate, her eyes still shut. Then she said, 'Yet he were so good to mother; and mother loved him so. Oh, Kester! lifting herself up, opening her great wistful eyes, 'it's well for folks as can die; they're spared a deal o' misery.
Then a thought as a'd been a bit hard upon him. An' says I, "A'm a widow-woman, and one as has getten but few friends:" for yo' see a were low about our Christopher's goin' away north; "so a'm forced-like to speak hard to folk; but a've made mysel' some stirabout for my supper; and if yo'd like t' share an' share about wi' me, it's but puttin' a sup more watter to 't, and God's blessing 'll be on 't, just as same as if 't were meal."
I put a drum into him at close range an' the puir feller side-slippit an' nose-dived. Noo was it Freetz, then? Weel, weel!" "We want you to take a wreath over he'll be buried at Ludezeel." "With the verra greatest pleasure," said Tam heartily, "and if ye'll no mind, Captain, A'd like to compose a wee vairse to pit in the box." For two hours Tam struggled heroically with his composition.
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