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Updated: June 25, 2025
"But it's a creepy old place howivver. I'd not live here if I was paid. What does Muster Melrose want wi' coomin' here? He's got lots o' money, Mr. Tyson says. He'll nivver stay. What was the use o' turnin' father out, an' makkin' a lot o' trouble?"
'So eligible, too private means, no encumbrances, and as good as gold. She sat lost a moment in a pleasing dream. 'Shall I bring oot the tea to you theer, mum? called Sarah gruffly, from the garden door. 'Master and Mr. Elsmere are just coomin' down t' field by t' stepping-stones. Mrs. Thornburgh signalled assent and the tea-table was brought.
Thattens might dëa for a beginnin'; while soom o' these houses were coomin' doon." Lydia turned eagerly to Faversham. "Couldn't that be done some of the families with young children that are not yet attacked?" Her eyes hung on him. He shook his head. He had already proposed something of the sort to Melrose. It had been vetoed. The men watched him.
Then a dining-table spread for supper was seen, and a few chairs. Everything here was as cheap and nasty as in the drawing-room, including the china and glass on the table. Thyrza pointed to the ceiling. "That's a pity howivver!" she said. "Yo' might ha' had it mended up a bit, Mr. Tyson. Why t' rats will be coomin' through!"
Margery, with a mysterious air, smoothed out a long silk stocking and gave an additional impetus to the tremor Nature had already bestowed upon her aged head. Well, it wasn't for her to say. She hoped and prayed there was nowt bad a coomin' on the family again; but sich likenesses as that of Miss to her mother was not lucky, to her minding; it was not.
All that he could call to mind was an owd nominy that he'd heerd t' lads an' lasses say when they were coomin' home fra schooil. He reckoned 'twere more like a bit o' fun nor a prayer, but all t' same, when he couldn't bethink him o' t' words his mother had larnt him, he started sayin' t' nominy, an' sang out, as loud as he could: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Bless the bed that I lig on.
It's treatin' iv'ry b'y he is, an' poundin' on the bar Till iv'ry man he's drinkin' wid must shmoke a foine cigar; An' Missus Murphy's little Kate, that's coomin' there for beer, Can't pay wan cint the bucketful, the whilst that Chairley's here! He's joompin' oor the tops o' sthools, the both forninst an' back! He'll lave yez pick the blessed flure, an' walk the straightest crack!
It's nobody's minding that keeps sike men as thou afloat. Noo then, where be'est thou coomin' to? Dang it, dinnot coom treadin' ower me, mun.
Eh, I doubt he'd be nigh broken-hearted if he knowed we had to leave it I like as if I could be glad to think he knows nought about it, poor lad. He didn't ever talk o' coomin' back, mester, did he?" "He met think on't," said the visitor slowly, "if he could be sure of a welcome.
He had been solitary for many years, and had loved his solitude. "They're just coomin', sir," said the voice of his old housekeeper, as she threw open an inner door behind him, letting a glow of fire and candles stream out into the twilight.
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