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Of coourse I doan't want to come to prison 'zackly. That's common sense." "Most feel same as you. No doubt you're in the wrong, though the law caan't drop on honest, straightforrard matrimony to my knowledge. Maybe circumstances is for 'e." "Ess, they be every jack wan of 'em!" declared Will.
Of coourse us knawed times was tight, but Jack-o'-Lantern be to the end of his dance now. 'T is all awver." "What's the matter? Come to it, caan't 'e?" "No ill of the body not to him or the fam'ly. An' you must let me tell it out my awn way. Well, things bein' same as they are, the bwoy caan't hide it. Dammy!
Coourse Billy's very well for gathered wisdom and high conversation 'bout the world to come; but he ban't like a woman round the house, an' for all his ripe larnin' he'll strike fire sometimes mostly when I gives him a bad beating at 'Oaks' of a evenin'. Then he'm so acid as auld rhubarb, an' dots off to his bed wi'out a 'gude-night." For another ten minutes Mr.
Now Will joined the discussion, but his mother would take no denial. "These chairs and sofa be yours, and the piano's my present to Phoebe. She'll play to you of a Sunday afternoon belike." "An' it's here she'll do it; for my Sundays'll be spent along with you, of coourse, 'cept when you comes up to my farm to spend 'em.
'Tis this: have 'e noticed heads close together now an' again when you passed by of late?" "Not me. Tu much business on my hands, I assure 'e. Coourse theer's envious whisperings; allus is when a man gets a high place, same as what I have, thanks to his awn gude sense an' the wisdom of others as knaws what he's made of. But you trusted me wi' all your heart, an' you'll never live to mourn it."
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.
Coourse you did; an' 't is gwaine against God's will an' wish for you to give yourself up now. So you mustn't speak an' you must tell no one not even faither. I was wrong to ax 'e to tell him. Nobody at all must knaw. Be dumb, an' trust me to be dumb. 'T is buried an' forgot.
"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.
"Guess you 'm dreamin', Blee," said Mr. Lyddon, as he took his hat and walked into the farmyard. Billy was hurt. "Dreamin', be I? I'm a man as dreams blue murders, of coourse! Tu auld to be relied on now, I s'pose. Theer! Theer!" he changed his voice and it ran into a cracked scream of excitement. "Theer!
I heard the noise of his breathin' paarts when he had brown kitty in the fall three years ago, an' awnly thrawed it off thanks to the gracious gudeness of Miller Lyddon, who sent rich stock for soup by my hand. But to hear un, you might have thought theer was a wapsies' nest in the man's lungs." "I doan't want to be nuss to a chap at my time of life, in coourse."
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