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My heart be pumping wind, lifeless wind; my lung-play's gone, tu, an' my sight's come awver that coorious. Be Gaffer Lezzard nigh?" "Here, alongside 'e, Bill." "Gimme your hand then, an' let auld scores be wiped off in this shattering calamity. Us have differed wheer us could these twoscore years; but theer mustn't be no more ill-will wi' me tremblin' on the lip o' the graave."
"Luke Gosp'ling's a mighty uncomfortable business, though I lay Tregenza'd most kill me if he heard the word. 'Tedn' stomachable to all, an' I doubts whether 'twill be a chain strong enough to hold Joe Noy, when he comes back to find this coil. 'Tis a kicklish business an' I wish 'twas awver.
"Doan't bellow like that, or I'll hit 'e awver the jaw! Do'e think I want the whole of Exeter City to knaw my errand? What's theer to gape an' snigger at? Caan't 'e treat a man civil?" This reproof set the official off again, and only a furious demand from Blanchard to go about his business and tell the Governor he wanted an interview partially steadied him. "By Gor! you'll be the death of me.
"Not me not a curse for you or anybody, my awn blood or not my awn blood. To harbour lies against me! But women loves to believe bad most times." "Who said they believed it, Will? Doan't go mad, now 'tis awver and done." "They did believe it; I knaw, I seed it in theer faaces, come to think of it. 'Tis the auld song. I caan't do no right.
An' the man I was fule enough to take in his dotage be worst of all." "Forget about these things. Anger's bad for you." "Forget! Well, so I will forget, when I ve told 'e. I had the young man what does my business, since old Ford died, awver here last week, an' what there is will be yourn every stiver yourn.
"Nay, nay, my poor sawl; sit you down an' eat, Joe, an' take they wet boots off a while. Our hearts have bled for 'e this many days, Joe Noy, an' never more'n now." "I thank you, uncle; an' you, Mary Chirgwin will 'e say as much? 'Tis you I wants to speak with, 'cause you you seed Joan arter 'twas awver." "I wish you well, Joe Noy, an' if I ever done differ'nt 'tis past an' forgot.
The way he walks an' holds his head, his curls, his fashion of lording it awver the birds an' beasts, the sudden laugh of un he's Will's son, for a thousand pound, an' his mother's alive, like as not." "No mother would have gived up a child that way." "'Zactly so! Onless she gived it to the faither!" said Billy triumphantly. Mr.
Billy gasped and gurgled, bid them see to the bandages, and reviewed his past life with ingenuous satisfaction. "Ah, sawls all! dead as a hammer in an hour. 'T is awver. I feel the life swelling out of me." "Don't say that, Billy," cried Martin, in real concern. "The blood's stopped flowing entirely now." "For why? Theer's no more to come.
He ban't himself 'tall. You'd best to go arter en now this minute. An' theer's things to be done in Penzance the doctor an' the crowner an' an' the coffin-maker. Do what you can to take trouble off the auld man." "Get me my coat an' I'll go straight 'way. 'Tis thrawed awver the poor faace of her." Two minutes later Mr.
'T is signed and sealed, an' I'll have no drawin' back now." "But but Lezzard, Billy. I do like 'e I caan't hide it from 'e, try as I will but him " "I knawed he was t'other. I tell you, forget un. His marryin' days be awver. Dammy, the man's 'most chuckle headed wi' age! Let un go his way an' say his prayers 'gainst the trump o' God.
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