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Updated: May 16, 2025
Here goes again: '1 sofa; 1 armchair; 4 fine chairs with green cloth seats; 1 bedstead; 2 cots; 1 cradle; feather beds and palliasses and bolster pillows to match; wash-stands and sets of crockery, mostly complete; 2 swing glasses; 3 bedroom chairs; 1 set of breeching harness " "Hadn't 'e better put that away from the furniture?" "No gert odds. "Ban't worn worth namin'."
'S truth!" he continued, with a gesture of supreme irritation, "but it's a hard thing to be snatched apart like this man an' wife. If I was takin' 'e home to some lew cot, all our very awn, how differ'nt 't would be!" "You will some day." "So I will then. I've got 'e for all time, an' Jan Grimbal's missed 'e for all time. Damned if I ban't a'most sorry for un!" "So am I, in a way, as you are.
I ban't 'feared of nothing a hatch-mouthed, crooked-minded man, same as you be, can do. An' if I'm a hound, you 'm a dirty red fox, an' everybody knaws who comes out top when they meet. Steal my gal, would 'e? Gaw your ways, an' mend your ways, an' swallow your bile. I doan't care a flicker o' wildfire for 'e!" Hatch-mouthed = foul mouthed; profane.
'Tis a tidy stepping-stone lead-in' to gert matters very often, as your books tell, I dare say." "It can't lead to anything whatever in your case but wasted years." "I'm best judge of that. I've planned the road, and if I ban't home again inside ten year as good a man as Grimbal or any other I'll say I was wrong." "You're a bigger fool than even I thought, Blanchard." Will's eye flashed.
"What's hard labour to him?" murmured Billy, whose tact on occasions of universal sorrow was sometimes faulty. "'Tis the rankle of bein' in every blackguard's mouth that'll cut Will to the quick." "What blackguards say and think ban't no odds," declared Mrs. Blanchard. "'Tis better far better he should do what he must do. The disgrace is in the minds of them that lick theer lips upon his sorrow.
Then the miller heard of his loss, and, not unnaturally, took the business ill. "Gormed if it ban't open robbery!" declared Mr. Blee, as he sat and discussed the matter with his master one evening, "an' the thankless, ill-convenient twoad to go to Blanchard, of all men!" "He'll be out of work again soon enough. And he needn't come back to me when he is. I won't take him on no more."
Look, see! ban't often I goes down on my knees, 'cause a man risin' in years, same as me, can pray to God more dignified sittin'; but now I will." He slid gingerly down, and only a tremor showed the stab his gallantry cost him. "You 'm a masterful auld shaver, sure 'nough!" said Mrs. Coomstock, regarding Billy with a look half fish like, half affectionate. "Rise me up, then," he said.
Coourse Billy's very well for gathered wisdom and high conversation 'bout the world to come; but he ban't like a woman round the house, an' for all his ripe larnin' he'll strike fire sometimes mostly when I gives him a bad beating at 'Oaks' of a evenin'. Then he'm so acid as auld rhubarb, an' dots off to his bed wi'out a 'gude-night." For another ten minutes Mr.
"I ban't no darter o' Baal, an' the money's come by honest. I've lied afore, but never shall again. An' I've let Joe go 'is ways thinkin' I loved en, which I doan't. I be tokened to a furriner from London, an' he's took me for his awn, an' he be gwaine to come down-long mighty soon an' take me away. But I couldn't tell 'e nothin' of that 'cause he bid me keep my mouth shut. So theer."
What do 'e think o' a thousand pound for a sawl? Cheap as dirt eh? 'Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud that our prayer should not pass through. Not as prayers can save what's lost for all eternity 'fore 'tis born into time. He ruined her; he left her wi' cheel; but ban't likely the unborn clay counts. God Hisself edn' gwaine to damn a thing as never drawed breath.
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