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Updated: May 15, 2025
"No, sir blind 'pity the pore blind'; three-parts blind, anyways, an' undergoin' treatment for it." "Nice sort of treatment!" "Eh? You don't understand. See'd us from the train, did 'ee? Which train?" "The 1.35 ex Millbay." "Wish I'd a-knowed you was watchin' us. I'd ha' waved my hat as you went by, or maybe blawed 'ee a kiss that bein' properer to the occasion, come to think."
Cuthbert's, save only that one man ventured to remark that I had brought him in mind of Thomas Chalmers. I hurriedly exclaimed, "Is that so?" in a tone which all too plainly implored him to go on. "Yes," said he. "When ye blawed yir nose, if ma een had been shut, I cud hae swore it was Chammers," whereupon the last state of me was worse than the first.
"Let a come when a will now," gasped an aged man as the drenched party moved slowly away upward to the farm; "our ears be tuned to the trump o' God, for nort no, not the screech o' horns blawed by all the angels in heaven could sound awfuler than the tantarra o' this gert tempest.
Then he went away to Newton to join some lawyer body an' larn his business. An' I mind the two small maids as was my elder sisters and comed betwixt me an' Joel. Both died like candles blawed out roughly by the wind. They wasn't made o' the stuff to stand Dartymoor winters."
"Trouble's blawed awver for gude an' all now by the look of it. 'Tis plain sailing hencefarrard, thank God, that is, if a pair o' strong arms, working morning an' night for Miller, can bring it about." So they went together, where Mr. Lyddon waited nervously within; and Damaris and Chris walked beside the river. Upon his island sat the anchorite Muscovy duck as of yore. He was getting old.
He rose to his feet with perplexity in his dark eyes, mechanically pulling up the bleached leather thigh-boots he wore afloat and ashore, "rainy-come-fine." Inspiration had come, as it does to men of the West once the need is realised to the full. "Du 'ee mind that there li'l' ole copper boiler what come out o' granfer's house when 'er blawed down back tu '98?" asked Young Jarge slowly.
Near two years is a long time to the young. Lord knaws wheer a light thing like him will be blawed to, come two years. Time 's on my side for certain. And Phoebe 's like to change also." "Why, a woman's mind 's no more 'n a feather in a gale of wind at her time o' life; though to tell her so 's the sure way to make her steadfast." A moment later Phoebe herself entered.
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