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'tis a comfort to see as Corporal Baverstock d' seem able to walk so well as ever. I see Mrs. Baverstock didn't come to church 'tis a wonder." "Nay, no wonder at all. It bain't likely as the poor body could leave her Sunday dinner the very first day her son be a-comed home. She's busy, that's what she be." "Ah! to be sure. There, Lard now, look at Tilly Ann! He've a-got her up in his arms.
"What is it, Bill? what's brought thee home before time?" For a moment Bill Haden did not answer, but stooped, and, as it were mechanically, lifted the dog and stroked its head. "There's blood on thy hands, Bill. What be wrong with 'ee?" "It bain't none of mine, lass," the man said in an unsteady voice. "It be Jack's. He be gone." "Not Jack Simpson?"
It bain't the same as if she'd truly m'urned for en, but she've a-taken up wi' a new young man, says she, 'what walks out wi' her reg'lar. 'My dear, says I, 'if anything should happen to your nevvy, which the Lard forbid, she'll never have the face to come to ax for his bits o' things, seein' as she haven't been faithful to en. 'She will though, says Susan, an' 'tis the talk o' the place that she will."
He haven't got man's strength yet, and oi can work for us both. I bain't a-going to let him go by hisself, not loikely." "Thou art roight, lad," Luke said heartily. "Dang it all, lad, thou speak'st loike a man. Oi be sorry thou art going, Bill, for oi loike thee; but thou be right to go wi' this poor lad. Goodby, lad, and luck be wi' ye;" and Luke wrung Bill's hand heartily.
"Poor Jimmy!" repeated the little girl. "Would you like some of my sweet violets?" The boy, unused to even a breath of kindness, gazed some few seconds at her with his eager eyes. "You be Pollie Turner, bain't yer, what lives upstairs with yer mother?" he asked at last. "Yes," she replied, and repeated her question, as she took some of the flowers from her last bunch. "Would you like these?"
"Come now, 'tis true I bain't much of a scholard, but I'm blessed if I can't swear to my awn name when I sees un." "That's only the outside," said Eve: "all the rest is to me nothing but a parcel of silly questions, asking me how he has offended me, and why I don't treat him as I used to; as if he didn't know that he has nobody but himself to blame for the difference!"
I thought at first maybe he had a spot on his face or some sich thing, but, no, it weren't that; and she did speak to en so respectful, and hearken so interested-like when he did say a word, which warn't often, ye mid be sure, for Robert bain't no talker." "Dear to be sure, how strange," put in Mrs.
"I don't!" interposed the milkmaid, "Why do they?" "Because there bain't so many of 'em," said the dairyman. "Howsomever, these gam'sters do certainly keep back their milk to-day. Folks, we must lift up a stave or two that's the only cure for't."
"I telled 'im tu du things by the littles," said the woodman, who was kept at work marking trees and saplings as he had never worked before; though John was generous of help, and liberal of pay. "But lard, he bain't one tu covet nobody's gude advice. I was vair terrified tu zee arl he knowed about the drees. The squoire 'ee wur like a babe unbarn beside 'un.
I come to see if this 'ere noos be true an' to tell you how sorry I be." "I'd 'low the noos bain't true, but come in all the same, Betty. I be al'ays glad to see you. You'd best be marchin', Jenny Pitcher, you and your new sweetheart, else it'll be dark afore you get home." Jenny looked at her admirer, who nodded encouragingly and nudged her with his elbow.
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