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With some unconscious patronage Will saluted Mrs. Hicks and called for Clement. Then he slapped down a flat envelope under the widow's eyes. "Us have thought a lot about this trouble, mother, an' Phoebe's hit on as braave a notion as need be. You see, Clem's my close friend again now, an' Chris be my sister; so what's more fittin' than that I should set up the young people?
"You 'm a tidy judge of a fule, I grant," he said angrily, "or should be. But you 'm awnly wan more against me. You'll see you 'm wrong like the rest. Anyway, you've got to mind what you've sweared. An' when mother an' Chris ax 'e wheer I be, I'll thank you to say I'm out in the world doin' braave, an' no more." "As you like. It 's idle, I know, trying to make you change your mind."
"Caan't 'e see 'twas faither's gert, braave, generous thought to give 'e work, an' shaw a lesson of gudeness? An' then we meet again " "Ess fay happy meetin' for wife an' husband, me up to the eyes in Theer, any fule can see 'twas done a purpose to shame me." "You're a fule to say it! 'Tis your silly pride's gwaine to ruin all your life, an' mine, tu.
"I'm sure you've made a braave job of it. I'll read it fust thing to-morrow." "You shall hear it now." "Not now, Will; 't is so late an' I'm three paarts asleep. Come to bed, dearie." "Oh if you doan't care if it's nought to you that I've sit up all night slavin' for our gude " "Then I'll hear it now. Coourse I knaw 't is fine readin'. Awnly I thought you'd be weary."
I s'pose the bury-in' might be two days off, or three. I'll step awver to Sancreed bimebye, an' if the undertaker come, Mrs. Bartlett can be with him when he do his work." "Iss, an' I've said as 'tis to be oak braave, bold, seasoned oak, an' polished, wi' silvered handles to it. Her should lie in gawld, my awn Joan, if I could bring it about."
Doan't be feared, Phoebe. Forgive my noise. You mean so well, but you caan't hide your secrets, fortunately. Bless your purty eyes tu gude for me, an' allus was, braave li'l woman! "But no more of that no seekin' him, an' no speech with him, if that's the way your poor, silly thought was. My bones smart to think of you bearin' any of it.
"While thus employed, both she and Uncle Thomas tried to draw Joan out of her gloomy silence. "Theer's to be a braave sight o' singin' down to Penzance come next week, Joan. Lunnon folks, they tell me, wi' names a foot tall stuck 'pon the hoardings. Us thot 'twould be a pleasin' kind o' junketin' to go an' listen. Not but entertainments o' singin' by night be mighty exciting to the blood.
Her husband then briefly explained the remarkable course of action he designed to pursue. "You must be a braave gal and think none the worse of me. But't is this way: I've broke law, and a month or two, or six, maybe, in gaol have got to be done. Your faither will see to that." "Prison! O, Will! For marryin' me?" "No, but for marryin' you wi'out axin' leave.
God forgive un, I shaan't not till we 'm man an' wife, anyway. Then I might. Give 'e up! Be I a chap as chaanges? Never never yet." Phoebe wept at these words and pressed Will to her heart. "'Tis strength, an' fire, an' racing blood in me to hear 'e, dear, braave heart. I was that weak without 'e. Now the world 's a new plaace, an' I doan't doubt fust thought was right, for all they said.
The auld stones speaks to me solemn, though they can't talk. They'm wise, voiceless things an' brings God closer. They warm my heart somethin' braave; an' they let the gray mosses cling to 'em an' the dinky blue butterflies open an' shut their wings 'pon 'em, an' the bramble climb around theer arms.
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