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Updated: June 3, 2025
How do the lawyers an' p'licemen get their living?" "That's news. I hoped to save Miller Lyddon all such trouble." "Why not try another way, an' see if you can get the auld gentleman to forgive 'e?" "Not him. He'll have the law in due time." "Well, I'm 'mazin' sorry I caan't oblige 'e, for I'm sure we'd be gude friends, an' you'd cheer us all up butivul."
An' forgive me for lyin', 'cause what I done was Nature, 'cordin' to Mister Jan; an' Nature's kind to young things, 'cordin' to Mister Jan; an' I be young yet. An' make me a better lass, for I caan't abear to feel as I do; an' make me think o' the next world arter this wan.
So like's not he'd strike me dead for't, bein' that religious. But you must take me away, Jan, dear heart. I'm yourn now an' you must go on lovin' me allus, 'cause theer'll never be nobody else to not now. I've chose you an' gived 'e myself an' I caan't do no more." He listened to her delicious voice, and shut out the crude words as much as might be while he marked the music.
His heavy breathing worked her to a frenzy at last, and she sat up, took him by the shoulder and tried to shake him. "Wake up, for God's sake, an' speak to me, caan't 'e? You eat an' drink an' sleep like a gert hog you new come from your awnly son's drownin'! Oh, Christ, caan't 'e think o' me, as have lived a hunderd cruel years since you went to sleep? Ain't you got a word for me?
The wickedness of it! Him as taught you to think such frightful thoughts tried to ruin your sawl so well as your body. Oh, if you'd awnly up an' say, 'That man was wrong an' I'll forget en an' turn to the Saviour." "You caan't understan'. I do put ugly bits o' thot afore 'e, but if you'd heard him as opened my eyes, you'd knaw 'tedn' ugly taken altogether.
"I hope he will turn out well. Will spoke of him the other day. He is very fond of the child. It is singularly like him, too a sort of little pocket edition of him." "So I've heard others say. Caan't see it at all myself. Look at the eyes of un." "Will believes the boy has got very unusual intelligence and may go far." "May go so far as the workhouse," she answered, with a laugh.
Hold yourself back, Michael, for us caan't say nothin' sure till us knaws the truth from Joan." "She've tawld me the truth out a walkin' an' I've shawed her the narrer path. What should you find?" "Money no lil come-by-chance neither; more money than ever you or me seed in our born days afore or shall agin." "You'm dreamin', wummon!" he said.
An' never tell me no more lies 'bout God helpin' them as helps themselves, 'cause I've proved it ban't so. I be gwaine to furrin' lands to dig for gawld or di'monds. The right build o' man for gawld-seekin', me; 'cause I've larned patience an' caan't be choked off a job tu easy." "Think twice. Bad luck doan't dog a man for ever. An' Phoebe an' the childer." "My mind's made up.
May-be he's all jest 'z he ought to be, I caan't say that he a'n't, but he's aout late nights, 'n' lurkin' raoun' jest 'z ef he wuz spyin' somebody; 'n' somehaow I caan't help mistrustin' them Portagee-lookin' fellahs. I caa'n't keep the run o' this chap all the time; but I've a notion that old black woman daown't the mansion-haouse knows 'z much abaout him 'z anybody."
'T was for pure love, faither; I lied for him lied even to you; an' my heart 's been near to breakin' for 'e these many days; but you'd never have listened if I'd told 'e." "Go," he said very quietly. "I caan't abear the sight of'e just now. An' that poor fule, as thrawed his money in golden showers for 'e! Oh, my gude God, why for did 'E leave me any childern at all?
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