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Your faither will chaange, sure as I'm a livin' man, some day. God ban't gwaine to let en gaw down to's graave wi' sich a 'mazin' number o' wrong opinions. Else think o' the wakin' t'other side! Iss, it caan't be. Why, as 'tis, if he went dead sudden, he'd gaw marchin' into heaven as bold as brass, an' bang up to the right hand o' the thrawne! Theer's a situation for a body!
"What happens happens, because 't is foreordained, an' you caan't judge the right an' wrong of a man's life from wan year or two or ten, more 'n you can judge a glass o' ale by a tea-spoon of it. Many has a long rope awnly to hang themselves in the end, by the wonnerful foresight of God."
An' I caan't stay no more whether or no, 'cause I was promised to see Phoebe an' my son in the arternoon. Us be gwaine to call un Vincent William Blanchard, arter you an' me, Miller; an' if it had been a gal, us meant to call un arter mother; an' I do thank God 'bout the wee bwoy in all solemn soberness, 'cause 'tis the fust real gude thing as have falled to us since the gwaine of poor Chris.
"Ess fay, 'tis wheer I sit Sundays '9 feet by 11; 3 four-prong dung forks. I'll move them. They doan't come in none tu well theer, I allow. '5 cane-seated chairs, 1 specimen of wax fruit under glass." "I caan't paart wi' that, lovey. Faither gived it to me; an' 'twas mother's wance on a time." "Well, bein' a forced sale it ought to go.
Then the Gosp'lers well, they'm cold friends to the young. A bwoy like him caan't feel religion in his blood same as grawed folks." "Small blame to en," said Joan promptly. "Let en go to church an' hear proper holy ministers in black an' white gownds, an' proper words set down in print, same as what I do now."
It lay in not gwaine back." "You couldn't; your arm was broke." "I ought to have gone back arter 't was well. Then time had passed, an' uncle's money corned, an' they never found me. But theer it lies ahead now, sure enough." "Perhaps for sheer shame he'll bide quiet 'bout it. A man caan't hate another man for ever." "I thought not, same as you, but Grimbal shaws we 'm wrong."
Sarah Watson will reap what he's sawed; an' who shall grumble? He 'm a just man, though not of the accepted way o' thinkin'." "Why for didn't he marry her?" asked Will. "Caan't tell'e, more'n the dead. Just a whim.
If they 'm printed big, wan under t'other, same as I've wrote 'em, they'll fill a barn door purty nigh!" Then he turned to his papers. "'The said goods and chattels are as follows, namely, reg'lar lawyer's English, you see, though how I comed to get it so pat I caan't tell. "Do'e judge that's the best order, Will?" "Coourse 't is! I thought that out specially.
Dedn' I tell 'e, wummon, 'tweern't so? The devil took her body an' bones an' unborn baaby. They say she was found by the meadowsweets; an' I say 'tis false. You may groan an' you may weep blood, but you caan't chaange the things that have happened in time past no; nor more can God A'mighty." His wife looked to see how Joe viewed this statement. Mrs.
The ways o' women 's like 't was a sayin' of Solomon I caan't call home just this minute; but he knawed, you mind, none better. He had his awn petticoat trouble, same as any other Christian man given to women. What do 'e say, neighbour?" Billy, of opinion that Mr.
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