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Updated: May 11, 2025
There's bin blows struck and violence done, I hear." "I can tell 'e the rest. The bwoy's paid his score an' got full measure. He wanted to be even with you, tu, but they wouldn't let un." "If he ban't dead, I'll make him smart yet for his evil act." "I warned 'e. He was cheated behind his back, an' played with the same cards what you did, and played better." "Wheer is he now?
Let him pay for a wrong deed done, for the evil he did that gude might come of it. I see the right hand o' God holding' the li'l strings of my son's life, an' I knaw better'n any of 'e what'll be in the bwoy's heart now." "Yet, when all's said, 'tis a mournful sarcumstance an' sent for our chastening," contended Mr. Blee stoutly. "Us mustn't argue away the torment of it an' pretend 'tis nought.
"Widespread trouble, sure 'nough all awver the South Hams, high an' low." "By the same token, I met Will Blanchard an hour agone. Gwaine in the dispensary, he was. The li'l bwoy's queer no gert ill, but a bit of a tisseck on the lungs. He got playin' 'bout, busy as a rook, in the dirt, and catched cold." Miller Lyddon was much concerned at this bad news.
"But that Bent bwoy's bin at en for months; an' a year older too," said Joan. "Iss, the bwoy's got no more'n what 'e desarved. For that matter, they Bents be all puffed up, though they'm so poor as rats, an' wi'out 'nough religion to save the sawl of a new-born babe 'mongst the lot of 'em."
The bwoy's better away, and I'm small use to any now. But I can be busy with this little wan. I might do worse than give up my life to un eh, Martin?" Then some power put words in his mouth. He trembled when he had spoken them, but he would not have recalled them. "You couldn't do better. It's a duty staring you in the face." She started violently, and her dark skin flamed under the night.
"'Tis the Lard's doin', mother; an' the lil bwoy's better off now." "Take it calm, my poor good creature." "Try an' bring tears to your eyes, theer's a dear wummon." Tears finally came to her relief, and she wept and moaned while friends supported her, looking with wonder upon Michael, her husband. He stood aloof with the men about him. But never a word he spoke to his wife or any other.
But theer's poison in bwoy's blood what awnly works out of the brain come forty. I'm sure I wish nothing but well to un. He's got his saving graces, same as all of us, if we could but see 'em; an' come what may, God looks arter His awn chosen fules, so theer's hope even for Blanchard." "Cold consolation," said Mr. Lyddon wearily; "but't is all we've got.
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