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D'you knaw that since you comed to Drift us have prospered uncommon? Iss, us have. The winter dedn' give no mighty promise, nor yet the spring, till you comed. Then the Lard smiled 'pon Drift. Look at the hay what's gwaine to be cut, God willin', next week. I never seed nothin' more butivul thick underneath in all my days. A rare aftermath tu, I'll warrant. 'Tis so all round.
"Tell me about her. Talk 'bout her doin's an' sayin's. Did she forgive that man afore she died or dedn' she?" "Iss, I reckon so." Mary mentioned those things best calculated in her opinion to lighten the other's sorrow. He nodded from time to time as she spoke, and walked up and down with his hands behind, him. When she stopped, he asked her to tell him further facts.
"Well, I'll slip back long, Joan; an' if I be a Nachur's cheel, I be; but I guess I'll keep it a secret. If I tawld faither as I dedn' b'lieve in no auld devil, I guess he'd hurry me into next world so's I might see for myself theer was wan." They walked a little way together. Then Tom grew frightened and stopped his companion.
She stretched out her hands to him and shook her head. "Not hard to win, Jan. Easy enough to win to you. I ne'er seed the likes o' you in my small world. Not hard to win I wasn't." "You won't refuse me a few more sittings, then, because you have become my precious wife?" "In coorse not. An' I'm so sorry I was cranky. I 'dedn' mean what I said ezacally."
I should never suggest such a thing to you if I thought it was in the least wrong. I know it isn't wrong." "I seed you issterday," she said, changing the subject suddenly, "but you dedn see me, did 'e?" "Yes, I did, and your father. He is a grand-looking man. By the way, Joan, I think I never told you my name. I'm called John; that's short and simple, isn't it?" "Mister Jan," she said.
She still called Judith her lamb, and after folding her to her portly breast was not likely to feel any tremors when she held her off to gaze at her. "You'm gone through somethen' since I saw 'ee, my dear," she announced candidly. "There's lines under your pretty eyes that dedn' belong to be there. I shouldn' wonder if it wasn't the men as had putt en there.
Er said 'Let'n come home an' call the devil as did it to account. He was thinkin' o' me when he said it, though he dedn' knaw me." "Iss fay, 'tis generally allowed he be the lips o' God A'mighty now. But you, Joe doan't 'e waste life an' hard-won money huntin' down a damned man. Leave en to his deserts." "'Tis I that be his deserts, wummon 'tis I, in the hand o' the God o' Vengeance.
When us comed back from sea wan mornin' a week arter you'd gone I ups an' sez, ''Tis 'bout as lively as bad feesh ashore now Joan ban't here. I dedn' knaw faither was in the doorway when I said it, 'cause he'd give out you was never to be named no more.
But you bide till he'm back. I be sorry as I spawk so sharp, but you was that bowldacious that my dander brawk loose. Aw Jimmery! to think as you dedn' knaw you was cheeldin'!" "'Twas hearin' so suddint like as made me come over fainty." "Ate hearty then. An' mind henceforrard you'm feedin' an' drinkin' for two. Best get to bed so soon's you can. Us'll talk 'bout this coil in the marnin'."
Then, after chapel, Gray Michael went into the village, and Thomasin had an opportunity to ask some of those questions she was burning to put. "An' how be Joan?" she began. "Wisht an' drawed thin 'bout the faace seemin'ly. An' Joe's letter just made her cry fit to bust her eyes, 'stead o' cheerin' of her like." "Poor lass. I dedn' expect nothin' differ'nt.
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