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Many's the time you've given me gude advice, an' I've thanked 'e an' took it." Then he went for the spirits and mixed Mr. Blee a dose of more than usual strength. "You'm the most biting user of language in Chagford, when you mind to speak sour," declared Billy. "If I thought you meant all you said, I'd go an' hang myself in the barn this instant moment. But you doan't."
An' you follow me likewise," he added to his son, who stood hard by. "You come wi' me, Ted, for you doan't do no more work for runaway soldiers, nor yet bald-headed auld antics like this here!" He pointed to Mr. Blee, then turned to depart. "Get off honest man's land, you black-bearded beast!" screamed Billy.
"Right as ninepence, faither gran'faither, I should say. A butivul li'l man she've got out o' the common fine, Parsons says, as ought to knaw fat as a slug wi' 'mazin' dark curls on his wee head, though my mother says 'tis awnly a sort o' catch-crop, an' not the lasting hair as'll come arter." "A bwoy! Glory be!" said Mr. Blee.
Dorothy sat in much distress, for although she could lay no evil intent to her own charge, she was yet the cause of the whole fearful business. As for Scudamore, though he too was white of blee, he said to himself, and honestly, that the devil might fly away with her and welcome for what he cared. One woman in the crowd fainted and fell, but uttered never a moan.
Whereof when one I find me that doth show, Unto my seeming, likest him, full fain I cull and kiss and talk with it amain And all my heart to it, as best I know, Discover, with its store of wish and woe, Then it with others in a wreath I lay, Bound with my hair so golden-bright of blee.
No man's ever betrayed me but he's suffered hell for it; and no woman shall." He raged, and the two with beating hearts waited for him. Then suddenly laughing aloud, the man turned his back, and passed into the night without more words. "Mad, so mad as any zany!" gasped Mr. Blee. "Thank God the whim's took un to go. My innards was curdlin' afore him!"
"Fortune had mercy on the soul of me, * And for my torments now shows clemency, Granting whatever gift my heart desired, * And far removing what I feared to see: I will, good sooth, excuse her all her sins * She sinned in days gone by and much sinned she: Yea, her injustice she hath shown in this, * She whitened locks that were so black of blee: But now for this same wolf escape there's none, * Of death and doom he hath full certainty.
My friends thou wrongedst when thou madst each enemy * Mock and exult me for thy wrongs, thy tyranny: My foeman's heart is solaced by the things he saw * In me, of strangerhood and lonely misery: Suffice thee not what came upon my head of dole, * Friends lost for evermore, eyes wan and pale of blee?
"Come to think of it, she hasn't eh?" asked John. "No, that's true enough," admitted Mr. Lyddon. "I speak, though of low position, but well thought of an' at Miller's right hand, so to say," continued Mr. Blee; "so theer 't is: Missy's in a dangerous pass. Eve's flesh be Eve's flesh, whether hid under flannel or silk, or shawed mother-naked to the sun after the manner of furrin cannibals.
Blee chuckled and plodded on through the night while Will strode far ahead. Presently he stood beside the wicket of Mrs. Blanchard's cottage and hesitated between two women. Despite circumstances, there came no uncertain answer from the deepest well-springs of him. He could not pass that gate just then.
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