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It war leyke as thoo His feeace cam a glisterin' an' a shinin' through t' mist. An' iver sense then, miss, aa've jest felt as thoo aa could a' cut an' stackt all t' wood on t' fell in naw time at a'!" And he waved his hand round the mountain side which was covered with plantation.
If aa divvent, thor's neebody in his employ diz. Aa've been forty-five years wiv him and his fethor tegithor. Aa sarved me time wiv him. He dorsent say a word, or aa'd tell him to take his ship to h wiv him." "That is really capital," said the much amused agent. "Now, what do you say, captain, if we have some light refreshment and a cigar?" "Ay, that's what aa caal business.
'Weel, aa niver! he exclaimed, when Jim's explanatory remarks had come to an end, swinging himself up on to his seat and gathering up the reins. 'Yur a boald 'un to tell the missus theer to hur feeace as how ya wur 'tossicatit whan yur owt ta been duing yur larful business. Aa've doon wi' yer. Aa aims to please ma coostomers, an' aa caan't abide sek wark.
It war leyke as thoo His feeace cam a-glisterin' an' a-shinin' through t' mist. An' iver sence then, miss, aa've jest felt as thoo aa could a' cut an' stackt all t' wood on t' fell in naw time at a'!" And he waved his hand round the mountain side which was covered with plantation.
She said nothing for a few seconds, her hollow black eyes fixed upon him; then with a ghastly smile, and a voice so hoarse as to be scarcely audible, 'Weel, aa've coom back. Ye'd maybe not expect me? There was a sound behind on the cobbles outside the kitchen door. 'Yur feyther! cried Jim between his teeth. 'Gang up-stairs wi' ye.
'Weel, aa niver! he exclaimed, when Jim's explanatory remarks had come to an end, swinging himself up on to his seat and gathering up the reins. 'Yur a boald 'un to tell the missus theer to hur feeace as how ya wur' tossicatit whan yur owt ta been duing yur larful business. Aa've doon wi' yer. Aa aims to please ma coostomers, an' aa caan't abide sek wark.
She said nothing for a few seconds, her hollow black eyes fixed upon him; then with a ghastly smile, and a voice so hoarse as to be scarcely audible 'Weel, aa've coom back. Ye'd maybe not expect me? There was a sound behind on the cobbles outside the kitchen door. 'Yur feyther! cried Jim between his teeth.
Aa've coom to ast thy pardon!" Laura raised herself on one arm, and looked at the apparition with amazement. "Mebbe A've doon wrang. We shouldna quench the smoakin flax. Soa theer's my han, child if thoo can teaek it." The old woman held out her hand. There was an indescribable sound in her voice, as of deep waters welling up.
But aa've no time to goa chatterin' at doors wi' yoong women; soa if yo'll juist gie me yor business, I'll tell Muster Faversham, when he's got time to see to 't." "It's not Mr. Faversham I want to see it's Mr. Melrose. Mrs. Dixon, don't you remember me?" Mrs. Dixon stepped back in puzzled annoyance, so as to let a light from the passage shine upon the stranger's face. She stood motionless.
Aa've often thowt so, i' my aan preachin. Heaven an hell are verra well for t' foak as are ower good, or ower bad; bit t' moast o' foak are juist a mish-mash." He shook his head slowly, and then ventured a glance at Miss Fountain to see whether he had appeased her. Laura seemed to rouse herself with an effort from some thoughts of her own. "Daffady how the sun's shining! I'll go out.
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