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Dedn' I tell 'e, wummon, 'tweern't so? The devil took her body an' bones an' unborn baaby. They say she was found by the meadowsweets; an' I say 'tis false. You may groan an' you may weep blood, but you caan't chaange the things that have happened in time past no; nor more can God A'mighty." His wife looked to see how Joe viewed this statement. Mrs.
Workin' out o' core be a new game for you." "I couldn' sleep for thinkin' 'bout 'bout the pig an' wan thing an' 'nother." "He's pork now, or nearly. You heard butcher promise me some nattlins, dedn' 'e? You'd best walk up to Paul bimebye an' fetch, 'em. 'Tis easier to call to mind other folk's promises than our awn. He said the same last pig-killin' an' it comed to nort."
That's the bitter black God o' my faither. What for did He let the snake in the garden 'tall if He really loved them fust poor fools? Why dedn' He put they flamin' angels theer sooner. 'Twas the snake they should have watched an' kep' out." Uncle Chirgwin looked at her with round terrified eyes. She had never echoed Barron's sentiments to such a horrified listener. "Doan't, for pity's sake, Joan!
An' us caan't say 'sactly what size a sin do look to God A'mighty's eye. An' us have got the Lard's way o' handlin' sich like troubles writ out clear eh? Eh, Polly? He dedn' preach no sermon at the time neither." The old man prattled on, setting out the position in the most favorable light to Joan that seemed possible to him. But his listener was one no longer.
Joan had been at the Penzance railway station, and chance made Mary question the identical porter who had studied the timetable for her cousin. "She was anxious 'bout the Lunnon trains an' tawld me she was travelin' up to town to-morrow," explained the man. "I weer 'pon the lookout this marnin', but she dedn' come again." "What time did you see her last night?" "'Bout nine or earlier.
"But, as we look at life, we're all brothers and sisters, Joan with Nature for our mother. We agreed about that long ago." He turned to his easel, and she went and stood where her feet had already made a brown mark on the grass. "I seen you last night, but you dedn' see me," she said, changing the conversation with abruptness.
"I reckoned he'd a smote me, but he dedn'. He just turned rosy red an' stood glazin' at me as if I was a ghost." "I never see en look like that afore," declared Joan; "he 'peared to be afeared. But the door's shut 'gainst me now. I caan't do no more'n I have done. He'll never forgive." "As to that, Joan, I won't say. You bide quiet till the seed sprouts.
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