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Updated: September 28, 2025
"Do 'e mean it might even make the differ'nee between life an' death to the bwoy?" asked Phoebe breathlessly. "I do. Just all that." "Will for God's love, Will!" "What do 'e say, mother?" "It may be truth. Strange things fall out. Yet it never hurted my parents in the past." "For why?" asked Billy. "'Cause they didn't knaw 't was theer, so allowance was made by the Watching Eye.
But the thinkin' paarts of en be drownded wheer his bwoy was, an' I lay theer ban't no druggister, nor doctor neither, as'll bring 'em back to en." "Look at that now!" exclaimed another man. "See who's a talkin' to Tregenza! If that ban't terrible coorious! 'Tis Billy Jago, the softy!" Billy was indeed addressing Gray Michael and getting an answer to his remarks.
Wait till he'm grawed from baby to bwoy, from bwoy to man; wait till he'm all you've got left in the cold, starved winter of a sorrowful life; an' wait till he'm brought home to 'e like this here, while you've been sittin' laughin' to yourself an' countin' dream gawld.
I read to en 'bout that theer bwoy, the awnly son o' his mother, an' her a widder-wumman, an' how as the Lard brought en round arter he'd gone dead." Gray Michael sniffed and made no comment. "I'll see en an' put up a prayer or so," he said. "An' the Lard'll reward it, Mr. Tregenza." Young Albert Vallack greeted the visitor with even greater reverence than his mother had done.
But my bwoy 's brawk his neck by a cruel death, an' I must wear the blue cotton." "No, no, mother." "Ess. Not that it looks so hard as it did. This makes it easy " and she put her hand on her son's forehead and left it there a moment. Presently she continued: "I axed Clem to turn the bee-butts at my sister's passing Mrs. Lezzard. But he wouldn't; an' now they'll be turned for him.
Gude-bye to 'e, bwoy, an' thank you for makin' me laugh heartier than I have this month of Sundays." "More fule you!" declared Will; but he was too elated at the turn of affairs to be anything but amiable just now. Before the other disappeared, he stopped him. "Shake hands, will 'e? I thank you for lightenin' my mind bein' a man of law, in a manner of speakin'. Ess, I'm obliged to 'e.
He swept the round-house, coupled the sacks, received grist from the grist-bringers, and took payment for the grinding in money or in kind, according to custom. The old women who toddled in with their bags of gleaned corn looked very kindly on him, and would say, "Thee be a good bwoy, sartinly, Jan, and the Lard'll reward thee."
"That was your word," answered Will hotly, "an' if you didn't open your ugly mouth so wide, an' shaw such a 'mazing poor crop o' teeth same time, me an' Miller might come to onderstanding. I be here to see him, not you." "Gar! you 'm a beast of a bwoy, looked at anyhow, an' I wouldn't have no dealin's with 'e for money," snorted the old man. "Theer we'll leave it then, Blanchard," said Mr.
You might have noticed that love-cheel by the name of Timothy 'bout the plaace? Him as be just of age to harry the ducks an' such-like." "A nice li'l bwoy, tu, an' fond of me; an' you caan't say he'm a love-cheel, knawin' nothin' 'bout him." "Love-cheel or changeling, 'tis all wan. Have'e ever thought 'twas coorious the way Blanchard comed by un?" "Certainly 'twas terrible coorious."
His pipe was out and the "night-cap" Phoebe had mixed for him long ago, remained untasted. "Guy Fawkes an 'angels! here's a thing! If that Jack-o'-lantern of a bwoy ban't back again. He'm delvin' theer, for all the world like a hobgoblin demon, red as blood in the flicker of the light. I fancied't was the Dowl hisself. But 't is Blanchard, sure.
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