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It cooms and it goas, doos sech-like." "What makes it come?" "What maakes it coom? Yo knaw better than I can tall yo." "If I only did know. I'm afraid it's going." "I can tell yo this for your coomfort. Ef yo soofer enoof mebbe it'll coom t' yo again. Ef yo're snoog and 'appy sure's death it'll goa." He paused. "It 'assn't coom t' mae sence I married Ally." She was wrong about Jim.
"What d'yo think o' Jimmy, Dr. Rawcliffe?" "He oughtn't to be left alone. Isn't there any sister or anybody who could come to him?" "Naw; 'e's got naw sisters, Jimmy 'assn't." "Well, you must get him to lie down and eat." "Get 'im? Yo can do nowt wi' Jimmy. 'E'll goa 'is own road. 'Is feyther an' 'e they wuss always quar'ling, yo med say.
The feed of oats with which Willie had tried to tempt her lay untouched in the skip beside her head. "I give 'er they oats an hour ago," said Willie. "An' she 'assn't so mooch as nosed 'em." "Nawbody but a donmed gawpie would have doon thot with 'er stoomach raw. Yo med 'ave killed t' mare."
And it made no difference to her, and it made no difference to Jim. "I'll tell yo anoother quare thing. 'T' assn't got mooch t' do wi' good and baad. T' drink 'll nat drive it from yo, an' sin'll nat drive it from yo. Saw I raakon 't is mooch t' saame thing as t' graace o' Gawd." "Did the grace of God go away from you when you married, Jim?" "Mebbe t' would 'aave ef I'd roon aaffter it.
Her brown eyes showed a dull defiance and deprecation of the human destiny. "Where is he?" he said. "Oop there, in t' room wi' 's feyther." "Been drinking again, or what?" "Naw, Dr. Rawcliffe, 'e 'assn't. I suddn' a sent for yo all this road for nowt." She drew him into the house place, and whispered. "I'm feared 'e'll goa queer in 'is 'head, like. 'E's sot there by t' body sence yesterda noon.
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