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Me vere born six veek after ze vetting. He coult not forget my Mutter's shame, ant loaft me not. I had a youngster broser Johann ant two sister, pot me vere strange petween my own family. Ven Johann mate several silly trick Papa sayt, 'Wit sis chilt Karl I am never to have one moment tranquil! and zen he scoltet and ponishet me.
"Is it true vat I hear," he asked, pausing at some distance, "dat you vant to have dat leetle hompback chilt for a companion, Miss Monfort?" "It is true, Dr. Englehart." "And vat can your motif be? Heh? I must study dat for a leetle before I can decide de question, or even trost him as a human being in your hands." "Lunatics are rarely governed by motives at all," I replied, "only impulses.
You are done," added this philosopher, shrugging his shoulders. "Qvite true," said the baron. "Ah, my chilt," he exclaimed, seeing the bills of exchange, and turning to Esther, "you are de fictim of a torough scoundrel, ein highway tief!" "Alas, yes," said poor Esther; "but he loved me truly." "Ven I should hafe known I should hafe made you to protest "
"Fery coot, my chilt, Jeannie; but young Malcolm and old Tuncan hasn't made teir prayers yet, and you know fery well tat she won't sell pefore she's made her prayers. Tell your mother tat she'll pe bringin' ta blackin' when she comes to look to ta lamp." The child ran off without response.
At sight of her daughter a loud cry of rage and astonishment burst from Elizabeth Device, and, rushing forward, she would have seized her, if Tib had not kept her off by a formidable display of teeth and talons. Jennet made no effort to join her mother, but regarded her with a malicious and triumphant grin. "This is my chilt," screamed Elizabeth.
In a trice, aw t' leets went out; thar wur a great rash to t' dooer; a whirrin sound i' th' air loike a covey o' partriches fleeing off; and then ey heerd nowt more; for a great stoan fell o' meh scoance, an' knockt me down senseless. When I cum' to, I wur i' Nick Demdike's cottage, wi' his woife watching ower me, and th' unbapteesed chilt i' her arms."
"If they would only let us into the yard and get under one of the workshop sheds, as they do at Simmon's," said another. "I have been here since half-past four, Mrs Grigsby, with this chilt at my breast all the time. It's three miles for me here, and the same back, and unless I get the first turn, how are my poor boys to find their dinner ready when they come out of the pit?"
'Well, I'm baan to wrostle wi' Him, an' if He flings me aw shannot ax yo' to pick me up, noather. 'Thaa mun say, "Thy will be done," Deborah. 'Nowe! never to th' deeath o' yon chilt. 'Doesto say thaa willn't? 'Yi, Amos, aw do! Then Amos turned away, groaning in spirit at the rebellious hearts of the children of men.
"An naw great matter, if it hasn't," returned the miller's wife. "Bess Demdike's neaw great loss." "Is this Bess Demdike's child?" cried Paslew, recoiling. "Yeigh," exclaimed the miller's wife. And mistaking the cause of Paslew's emotion, she added, triumphantly, to her daughter, "Ey towd te, wench, ot t' lort abbut would be of my way o' thinking. T' chilt has got the witch's mark plain upon her.
For the first time in her life, as it seemed to Louie, he was looking at what she had on, nay, was even taking up her dress between his finger and thumb. 'Is thissen your Sunday frock, chilt? 'Yes, said the girl, flushing scarlet, 'bean't it a dishclout? And she stood looking down at it with passionate scorn.
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