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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Doan't bellow like that, or I'll hit 'e awver the jaw! Do'e think I want the whole of Exeter City to knaw my errand? What's theer to gape an' snigger at? Caan't 'e treat a man civil?" This reproof set the official off again, and only a furious demand from Blanchard to go about his business and tell the Governor he wanted an interview partially steadied him. "By Gor! you'll be the death of me.
"'T is the differ'nce between a babe an' a pup or a kitten. The wan gets God into un at christenin', t' other wouldn't have no Holy Ghost in un if you baptised un over a hunderd times. For why? They 'm not built in the Image." "When all's said, you caan't look tu far ahead or be tu forehanded wi' bwoys," resumed Will.
Half an hour later, however, when the sitting was ended, he changed his mind. "Can you come to-morrow, Joan? I am entirely in your hands, remember, and must consider your convenience always. In fact, I am your servant and shall wait your pleasure at all times." Joan felt proud and rather important. "I'll come at 'leben o'clock to-morrow, but I doubt I caan't be here next day, Mister Jan."
"'Martin, is it?" "He axed me to call un so." "Do he knaw you'm tokened to Clem?" "Caan't say. It almost 'peared as if he didn't last time he called." "Then sooner he do the better. Axed you to call un 'Martin'!" He stopped and mused, then spoke again. "Our love-makin's a poor business, sure enough.
"Doan't 'e say things like that or give me any praise, for God's sake. I caan't bear it. I be weak, weak flesh an' blood, weaker 'n water. If you could only see down in my heart, you'd be cured of your silly love for all time." He did not answer, but picked up her basket and proceeded with her out of the valley. Chris gave a hand to the child, and save for Tim's prattle there was no speaking.
They've had wind o' tight times to Newtake, though how they should I caan't say, for the farm 's got a prosperous look to my eye, an' them as drops in dinnertime most often finds meat on the table. Straange a man what takes such level views as me should fall out wi' his elders so much." "'T is theer fault as often as yours; an' you've got me as well as your mother, Will; an' you've got your son.
'Tis done, an' to grumble at a dead man's doin's specially if you caan't mend 'em be vain." "My share was half, an' not less," said Chris. "Aye, you say so, but 'tis a deed wheer the blame ban't awften divided equal," answered Mrs. Blanchard. "Wheer's the maiden as caan't wait for her weddin' bells?" The use of the last two words magically swept Chris back into the past.
But, coorse, I hadn't no bizness to talk like that to 'e, 'cause what do I knaw 'bout sich things?" "You shan't see the picture again till it is finished, Joan. It was my fault for showing it to you like that, and you had every right to protest. Now you must go, for it's long past twelve o'clock." "I'm afeared I caan't come to-morrer." "As you please.
"Caan't 'e think o' nothin' wiser than to see faither?" she said at last. "Theer ban't nothin' wiser. He knaws we 'm tokened, and it's no manner o' use him gwaine on pretendin' to himself 't isn't so. You 'm wife-old, and you've made choice o' me; and I'm a ripe man, as have thought a lot in my time, and be earnin' gude money and all.
An' I caan't bide in the streets, so I axes you to keep me till Mister Jan do come to fetch me. I find words hard to use to 'splain things, but his God's differ'nt to what the Luke Gosp'lers' is, an' I lay 'tis differ'nt to yourn. But his God's mine anyways, an' I'm not afeared o' what I done, nor 'shamed to look folks in the faace. That's how 'tis, Uncle Thomas.
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