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Updated: June 25, 2025
It's so easy, come gude fortune, to feel your heart swellin' out to others." "We are good friends now." "Do'e think I doan't knaw better? Your quarrel's patched for the sake of us women. Have a real make-up, I mean." "I will, then. I'll be what I was to him, if he'll let me. I'll forgive everything that's past everything and every body." "So do.
Now that animal resented his intrusion, and for a moment it appeared that the brute's master did also. Will had already seen Grimbal where he sat, and came swiftly towards him. "What are you doing here, William Blanchard? You're trespassing and you know it," said the landowner loudly. "You can have no business here." "Haven't I? Then why for do'e send me messages?"
"Doan't bellow like that, or I'll hit 'e awver the jaw! Do'e think I want the whole of Exeter City to knaw my errand? What's theer to gape an' snigger at? Caan't 'e treat a man civil?" This reproof set the official off again, and only a furious demand from Blanchard to go about his business and tell the Governor he wanted an interview partially steadied him. "By Gor! you'll be the death of me.
What about me, as have to go out 'pon the Moor an' blast another new wan out the virgin granite wi' gunpowder? Do'e think I've nothin' better to do with my time than that?" Here, in his supreme anxiety and eagerness, forgetting the manner of man he argued with, Martin made a fatal mistake. "That's reasonable and business-like," he said.
"You never doubted it?" "Why for should I? Will's truthful as light, whatever else he may be." "You believe as he went 'pon the Moor an' found that bwoy in a roundy-poundy under the gloamin'?" "Ess, I do." "Have'e ever looked at the laddie close?" "Oftentimes so like Will as two peas." "Theer 'tis! The picter of Will! How do'e read that?" "Never tried to. An accident, no more."
Do'e tell squoire we longs to heer from him, and has dootings about his not writing himself, and Lifetenant Bottler is smoky. 'This Ruffin, I suppose, then, is your Donald of the Cavern, who has intercepted your letters, and carried on a correspondence with the poor devil Houghton, as if under your authority? 'It seems too true. But who can Addem be?
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.
Do'e tell squoire we longs to heer from him, and has dootings about his not writing himself, and Lifetenant Bottler is smoky. 'This Ruffin, I suppose, then, is your Donald of the Cavern, who has intercepted your letters, and carried on a correspondence with the poor devil Houghton, as if under your authority? 'It seems too true. But who can Addem be?
"You'll not tell on me, sir, but it's only right you should know as Mrs. Or, "Joseph has took in another flitch this very day, sir, as Mrs. Smith sent for, and the old flitch all cut to waste. Do'e go and look at the flitches, sir, and the hams. They're in the room over the stables. And it's always butter, butter, butter, in the kitchen! Not a bit o' dripping used!
"An' so you alias have, Polly, since you was a grawed gal; an' God knaws it. But do'e think as you could in a manner o' speakin' hide names from passon? Ban't no call to tell what's fallen out to other folks. Joan eh, Polly? Might 'e speak in a parable like same as Scripture wi'out namin' no names. For Joan's sake, Mary eh?" She was silent a full minute, then answered slowly.
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