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Updated: June 3, 2025
"He is so all an' yet the man have got his faults, speaking generally." "That's awnly to say he be a man; an' if you caan't find words for the faults, 't is clear they ban't worth namin'." "I can find words easy enough, I assure 'e; but a man's a fule to waste breath criticising the ways of a son to his mother if so be he's a gude son." "What fault theer is belongs to me.
An' he tawld me to keep my mouth shut, which I've done for the most paart." "A little fuzz chopped fine doan't hurt sheep." "Just so. 'Cause why? They aint got no 'bibles' in their innards; but he've gone an' given it same way to the bullocks." "Gude God!" "'Tis death to beasts wi' 'bibles. An' death it is. The things caan't eat such stuff' cause it sticketh an' brings inflammation.
Then it could be printed out for 'em like t'other was." "You don't understand you won't understand even you." "I caan't please 'e to-day. I likes the li'l verses ever so. You do make such things seem butivul to my ear an' so true as a photograph." Clem shivered and stretched his hand for the paper. Then, in a moment, he had torn it into twenty pieces and sent the fragments afloat. "There!
But; ya jest look 'ere, mum, what's a man to du wi' a daft thingamy like that, as caan't teak a plain order, and spiles a poor man's business as caan't help hissel'? And Mr.
"Not me not a curse for you or anybody, my awn blood or not my awn blood. To harbour lies against me! But women loves to believe bad most times." "Who said they believed it, Will? Doan't go mad, now 'tis awver and done." "They did believe it; I knaw, I seed it in theer faaces, come to think of it. 'Tis the auld song. I caan't do no right.
They've found her in the brook as the waters went down. Drownded theer the awnly sunshine as ever smiled at Drift. Oh, my good God! 'tis a miz-maze to drive us all out of our senses. An' you, mother my dear, dear sawl, my heart bleeds for 'e." "I caan't cry for her my tears be dried at the roots o' my eyes. I be down-danted to the edge o' my awn graave.
I wish I could bring 'e a spark of joy by marryin' you, for you was allus very gude, an' thought kindly of Clem when but few did. I'd marry you if 't was awnly for that; yet it caan't never be, along o' many reasons. You must take that cold comfort, Martin." He sighed, then spoke. "So be it, dear one. I shall never ask again. God knows what holds you back if you can even love me a little."
Caan't help it honour bright doan't mean no rudeness to you. Bless your young heart, an' the gal's, whoever she be. Didn't 'e knaw? But theer! course you didn't, else you wouldn't be here. Why, 't is purty near as hard to get in prison as out again. You'll have to be locked up, an' tried by judge an' jury, and plead guilty, and be sentenced, an' the Lard He knaws what beside 'fore you come here.
I knaws so much, but caan't speak it out. Us done no sin, an' I ban't shamed to look the sun in the faace, nor you. An' he will come he will if theer's a kind God in heaven he'll come back to me. If 'e doan't, then I'll say that faither's God's the right wan." "Doan't 'e put on a bold front, Joan gal. Theer's things tu deep for the likes o' us. You ban't prayin' right, I reckon.
'Knife sharper; screen; pot plants; 1 towel-rail; 1 runner; 2 forms; kitchen table; scales and weights and beam; 1 set of casters; 4 farm horses, aged; 3 ploughs; 1 hay wain; 1 stack of dry fern; 1-1/2 tons good manure; old iron and other sundries, including poultry, ducks, geese, and fowls. That's all." "Not quite; but I caan't call to mind much you've left out 'cept all the china an' linen."
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