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To Phoebe he seldom spoke of the matter, and she soon abandoned further attempts to intrude upon his heart though her own was breaking for him. Billy Blee and the farm hands were Will's safety-valve. One moment he showered hard and bitter words; the next, at sight of some ploughboy's tears or older man's reasonable anger, Will instantly relented and expressed his sorrow.
Blee, and begged the other to forbid the banns, if as she secretly learnt, though not from Billy himself, they were to be called on that Sunday. The poor woman's ears tingled under Mr. Shorto-Champernowne's sonorous reproof; but he departed at last, and by the time that Billy called, during the same day, she had imbibed Dutch courage sufficient to face him and tell him she had changed her mind.
So he accosted them with the salutation, and they returned his greeting with civility and all honour and would have gone their several ways, but he stayed them, repeating these couplets, "Steer ye your steps to none but me * Who hath a mine of luxury: Old wine that shines with brightest blee * Made by the monk in monastery; And mutton-meat the toothsomest * And birds of all variety.
"The reason is, 'what's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh. I knawed your faither. You'm as volatile as him wi'out his better paarts." "Leave him wheer he lies underground. If he'd lived 'stead of bein' cut off from life, you'd 'a' bin proud to knaw him." "A gypsy-man and no better, Will," said Mr. Blee. "Not but what he made a gude end, I allow." "Then I'll be up and away.
The moon is witness my heart is held * By a moonlight brow of the brightest blee: I reckt not to see me by Love ensnared * Till ensnared before I could reck or see." Then the voice ceased and not knowing whence it came to me I abode perplexed; but lo! it again took up its lament and recited, "Came Rayya's phantom to grieve thy sight * In the thickest gloom of the black-haired Night!
"Doan't you grizzle about it. The bwoy be gwaine to make auld bones yet hard as a nut he be. Give un years an' he'll help carry you to the graave in the fulness of time, I promise 'e," said Billy, in his comforting way. Mr. Blee had but reported Will correctly, and it was not until some hours later that the child at Newtake caused his parents any alarm.
Blee therefore begged for a half-holiday, put on his broadcloth, blacked his boots, anointed his lion-monkey fringe and scanty locks with pomatum, and set forth. Mrs. Coomstock's house stood on the hill rising into the village from Chagford Bridge. A kitchen garden spread behind it; in front pale purple poppies had the ill-kept garden to themselves. As he approached, Mr.
He stamped on the floor, finding it impossible to remain motionless, roared the others down, loaded the miller with bitter reproaches for his blindness, silenced Mr. Blee on every occasion when he attempted to join the discussion. The man, in fine, exhibited that furious, brute passion and rage to be expected from such a nature suddenly faced with complete dislocation of cherished hopes.
Wite ye nat wher ther stant a litel town Which that y-cleped is Bop-up-and-down Under the Blee in Caunterbury weye? This "littel town" it might seem, has disappeared, unless indeed it be Harbledown itself, which certainly bears geographically much resemblance to that descriptive name, as Erasmus describes it in his strange book.
"A little town Which that yeleped is Bob Up and Down Under the Blee in Canterbury way." The name Harbledown is derived by local philologists from Bob up and Down, and the hilly nature of the country fully justifies the title. Here stands Lanfranc's Lazar-house, "so picturesque even now in its decay, and in spite of modern alterations which have swept away all but the ivy-clad chapel of Lanfranc."
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