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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Ah! that's your job. An' I just sit here an' brought the things to my memory, wan by wan! An' that bit at the top came easy as cutting a stick!" "'Tis a wonnerful piece o' work! An' the piano, Will?" "I hadn't forgot that. Must take it along wi' us, or else send it down to mother. Couldn't look her in the faace if I sold that." "Ban't worth much." "Caan't say.
Then, when I conquered, an' got to Miller's right hand, an' beat the world at its awn game, he an' been nursing this against me! The heart of un!" He spoke to himself aloud, gazing straight before him at nothing. "Will, tell me what 't is. Caan't your awn true wife help 'e now or never?" Recalled by her words he came to himself, picked up her book, and walked on.
Wheer's the gude of a fuzz-pole o' yeller hair an' a pair o' blue eyes stuck 'pon top of a idle, good-for-nothin' body? Maidens caan't live by looks in these paarts, an' they'll find theerselves in trouble mighty quick if they tries to." Uncle Chirgwin instantly admitted that Mrs. Tregenza had the better of the argument. He was a simple man with a soft heart and no brains worth naming.
'Tis 'cause you caan't paint your picksher, I reckon." He sighed and took her hand in his. "Don't think that, my Joan. Once I cared nothing for you, everything for my picture; now I care nothing for my picture, everything for you. And the better I love you, the worse I paint you. That's funny, isn't it?" "Iss, 'tis coorious. But I'm sure you do draw me a mighty sight finer than I be.
The man hastily threw down a strap, and this Jack passed through Juno's collar, she being too absorbed in her efforts to climb into the gig to heed what the child was doing; then he buckled it to the wheel. "Noo," he said, "ye can light down t' other side. She caan't reach 'ee there."
She sighed as she spoke. "Waitin' for en still?" "Ay, for Mister Jan. It caan't be no gert length o' time now. I s'pose days go quicker up Lunnon town than wi' us." "Joan, my dovey, 'tis idle. Even I sees it now. I did think wi' you fust as he was a true man. I caan't no more. I wish I could." A month before Joan would have flashed into anger at such a speech as this, but now she did not answer.
"I tried her two or three times more, but couldn't get a word out of her. Well, at last I began to get narvous, thinkin' she might be a sperit. So I leant across to her an' says, 'Caan't you say a word, miss? It's only Peter Portgartha speaking, he's well known for his respect for your sect.
You knawed you was doin' wrong better'n I can tell you an' such a plaace! A babe could see you 'm workin' awver living springs. You caan't fill un even now in the drouth, an' come autumn an' rain 't will all be bog again." "Nothing of the sort," flamed out Will, quite forgetting his recent assertion as to the poverty of the place.
The husband thereupon related his recent achievement, and concluded thus: "So, having kicked up a mort o' trouble, I doan't want to make no more see? An' I stepped here quiet to keep it out of the papers, an' just take what punishment's right an' vitty for marryin' a maid wi'out so much as by your leave. Now, then, caan't 'e do the rest?"
Looking back I see we was wrong to use our power against his awn wish; but so it stands." "I ought to go; I ought to be alongside un," moaned Phoebe; "I was at the bottom of everything from fust to last. For me he run away; for me he stopped away. Mine's the blame, an' them as judge him should knaw it an' hear me say so." "Caan't do no such vain thing as that," declared Mr. Blee.
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