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Updated: June 14, 2025
A sudden flash of light came into Blanchard's face. Then the fire died as quickly as it had been kindled, and he grew calm. "God A'mighty!" he said, in a voice hushed and awed. "They think that! I lay that's why your darter's cried o' nights, then, an' Chris have grawed sad an' wisht in her ways, an' mother have pet the bwoy wan moment an' been short wi' un the next."
But who are these young ladies?" he continued, as three girls very demurely entered the room. "The two youngest are my darters, by my last wife, who, I fear, mean soon to follow the bad example of their sister. The other LADY," said the old man, with a reverential air, "is a PARTICULAR friend of my eldest darter's."
Though why you should be out here at the stables after your beasts at this hour of the night, and wake me up with a row; or should take my darter's side-saddle, and kill my watch-dog, blame you, I don't see!" growled the farmer. "Come, walk aside with me for a few minutes, and I will show you why," said Mr. Berners, soothingly laying his hand on the farmer's shoulder. "Hands off, if you please!
If she'm gwaine to leave un out the account altogether, he'll be worse off than the foxes. His son's gone to foreign paarts an' his darter's lyin'-in not that her husband would spare a crust o' bread for auld Lezzard, best o' times." "Trust me to do what's right. Now I'll go and see after Chris." "An' make it up with Will while sun shines on 'e.
I mout hev had MY idees about Cress, you mout hev had YOURS, and that fool Dabney mout hev had HIS; but it warn't the old woman's nor Cressy's it warn't Blair Rawlins' darter's idea nor yet HER darter's! And why? For want o' kam! Times I reckon it was left out o' woman's nater. And bein' kam yourself, you understand it, and take it all in."
By this time the "express" had rumbled into the main street of Rossville, and the old lady had hardly completed her striking illustration of the truth, that murder will out, before they had drawn up in front of the tavern. "Ain't you a-goin' to carry me to my darter's house?" she inquired with solicitude. "I can't walk noway."
It appears he can find none so suitable. "No, I don't understand!" exclaimed the old fellow, fiercely. "This has been a black week for me, Sir John. First of all my darter's youngest darter comes and tells me she've picked up with a man.
'Not there! I groaned, pointing to the hideous black-looking bed, and turning my head away in terror. The woman burst into a cackling laugh. 'Not there? Who said she was there? I didn't. If you can see anythink there besides a bed an' a quilt, you've got eyes as can make picturs out o' nothink, same as my darter's eyes could make 'em, pore dear.
As soon as they get some, they begin to pine an' hanker for more. I knowed a feller wunst that begun with one book dropped on the road near the sanitarium, an' he never stopped till he was plum through college. An' a woman up there sent my darter a book wunst, an' I took it right back to her. 'My darter's got a book, says I, 'an' she ain't a-needin' of no duplicates.
I 'opes we knows our manners better nor that comes to in Primrose Court. 'None of this foolery now, woman, said I. 'There's a time for everything, you know. 'How right he is! she exclaimed, nodding to the flickering candle in her hand. 'There's a time for everything an' this is the time for makin' a peep-show of my pore darter's body. Oh, yes!
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