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Updated: June 3, 2025
"I ban't feared of nought said or done if I've got the Law behind me. An' you'm liable yourself if you doan't help." "Caan't wait no more," declared Mr. Chown. "If he's in bed, us'll take un in bed. Come on, you!" Thus ordered to proceed, Lamacraft set his face resolutely forward and was just entering the farm when Phoebe appeared.
I've give my Maker best scores an' scores o' times, as we all must; but truth caan't alter, an' having put thinking paarts into our heads, 't is more 'n God A'mighty's Self can do to keep us from usin' of'em." "A tremenjous thought," said Mr. Chapple. "So 't is.
"You'll never be sorry, never. I couldn't have hoped such a thing. Caan't think how I comed to ax it. An' yet but I'll buckle to anything and everything, so help me. I'll think for 'e an' labour for 'e as no hireling that was ever born could, I will. An' you've done a big, grand-fashion thing, an' I'm yours, body an' bones, for it; an' you'll never regret it."
"Yo' wouldn' 'ave a good-fer-noothin' falla like mae, would yo, laass? Look yo' it's nat that I couldn' 'ave married yo'. I could 'ave married yo' right enoof. An' it's nat thot I dawn' think yo' pretty. Yo're pretty enoof fer me. It's it's I caan't rightly tall whot it is." "Dawn' tall mae. I dawn' want t' knaw." He looked hard at her. "I might marry yo' yat," he said.
"My husband be gwaine to take this matter into his awn hands now." Inspector Chown laughed. "That's gude, that is! now he 'm blawn upon!" "He 's gwaine to give himself up he caan't do more," said Phoebe, turning to her father who now reappeared. "Coourse he caan't do more. What more do 'e want?" the miller inquired. "Him," answered Mr. Chown.
Thank God I'm a hopeful, far-seem' chap, an' sound as a bell; but I doan't make money for all my sweat, that's the mystery." "You will some day. Luck be gwaine to turn 'fore long, I hope. An' us have got what's better 'n money, what caan't be bought." "The li'l bwoy?" "Aye; if us hadn't nothin' but him, theer's many would envy our lot." "Childer's no such gert blessin', neither." "Will!
"I hope the Lard won't lay thy sin to thy charge, my poor sawl," answered the fisherman with perfect indifference. "You you dares to speak agin me! I wish I could give 'e a hand an' drag 'e a lil higher up the ladder o' righteousness, Chirgwin; but you'm o' them as caan't dance or else won't, not if God A'mighty's Self piped to 'e.
"Did 'e note Jan Grimbal theer?" "I seed un, an' I catched un wi' his eye on you more 'n wance. He 's grawed to look nowadays as if his mouth allus had a sour plum in it." "His brain's got sour stuff hid in it if his mouth haven't. Be you ever feared of un?" "Not me. Why for should I be? He'll be wan of the fam'ly like, now. He caan't keep his passion alive for ever.
"You can see why that is; 'she 's got to wait herself," said Phoebe, rather spitefully. "Waitin' 's well enough when it caan't be helped. But in my case, as a man of assured work and position in the plaace, I doan't hold it needful no more." Together the young couple marched down over the meadows, gained the side of the river, and followed its windings to the west.
I be Nature's cheel now; an' I be in kindly hands. You caan't understand that, but I knaws what I knaws through bein' taught. Good-by to 'e. Maybe us'll see each other bimebye." Joan held out her hand and Mrs. Tregenza shook it. Then she stood and watched her stepdaughter walk away into Newlyn. The day was cold and unpleasant, with high winds and driving mists.
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