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Updated: June 8, 2025
"'Tha conna want me now, Phil, she said. 'Tha conna care fur me. Tha must know I'm more this mon's wife than thine. But I dunnot ax thee to gi' me to him because I know that wouldna be reet; I on'y ax thee to let me aloan. I'll go fur enough off an' never see him more. "But th' villain held to her. If she didna come wi' him, he said, he'd ha' her up before th' court fur bigamy.
"There's nothing much commoner, is there? There's millions of 'em everywhere billions of 'em. None of us need put on airs." "Tha'rt as common as me," said Tummas, reflectively. "An' yet tha owns Temple Barholm an' aw that brass. I conna mak' out how th' loike happens." "Neither can I; but it does all samee." "It does na happen i' 'Meriker," exulted Tummas. "Everybody's equal theer."
"I conna mak' thee out." The look that fell upon her companion's face had something of shame in it. His eyes left the mountain side and drooped upon his clasped hands. "Theer wur a lass coom to look at 'th place today," he said "a lady lass, wi' her feyther an' him. She wur aw rosy red an' fair white, an' it seemt as if she wur that happy as her laughin' made th' birds mock back at her.
Sometimes I think o'er it till I conna stand it any longer, an' I'm fain to come here an' lay my hand on th' grass, an' sometimes I ha' queer dreams about her. I had one last neet.
"Ay, ay, measter," was the answer, in rather unintelligible Doric; "thot bees Harbury Church, as sure as moy name's John Dent; and thot red house conna ye see't? thot's our parson's." Prompted by curiosity, Rothesay observed, "Oh, Mr. Gwynne's. He is quite a young man, I believe? Do you like him, you good folks hereabout?" "Some on us dun, and some on us dunna.
"And as ill-tempered as she is ill-favoured," rejoined Sampson Harrop; "and, though she cannot help being ugly, she might help being malicious." Jennet gave him a bitter look. "You do her injustice, Master Harrop," said Alizon. "Poor little Jennet is quick-tempered, but not malevolent." "Ey con hate weel if ey conna love," replied Jennet, "an con recollect injuries if ey forget kindnesses.
"Wilt ta listen?" he asked, laboring as if for breath. "Aye," she answered him, "I'll listen, fur tha conna hurt me worser. Th' day fur that's past an' gone." "Well," said he, "listen an I'll try to tell yo'. I know it's no use, but I mun say a word or two. Happen yo' didna know I loved yo' aw' yore life happen yo' didna, but it's true.
Your wicked agent appears to befriend you now, but he will lead you to certain destruction. Come with me, and I will save you." "Off!" cried Jennet, repelling her with furious gestures. "Off! ey winna ge wi' ye. Ey winna be saved, os yo term it. Ey hate yo more than ever, an wad strike yo dead at my feet, if ey could. Boh as ey conna do it, ey win find some other means o' injurin' ye.
There is also a native celery, which forms a poor substitute for that of Europe; two varieties of this species are mentioned the Conna, of which the roots are eaten by the natives after being peeled, and the Kukire, the foot of which resembles the carrot in appearance, with the smell and colour of the parsnip.
He had a big head and a keen, ferret-eyed face, and just now was looking round the end of his sofa at the visitors. "Howd tha tongue, Tummas! " said his mother. "I wunnot howd it," Tummas answered. "Ma tongue's th' on'y thing about me as works right, an' I'm noan goin' to stop it." "He's a young nowt," his mother explained; "but, he's a cripple, an' we conna do owt wi' him."
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