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I'll tell ye all about it; I will indeed, my lord. Quiet, Martha, I tell ye. It's I, my lord, that's guilty, not the woman. God bless ye, my lord; not the wife! Doant hurt the wife, and I'se tell ye all about it. I alone am guilty; not, the Lord be praised, of murder, but of robbery!" "John! John!" sobbed the wife, clinging passionately to her husband, "let us die together!"
And so we did; and that's the downright, honest truth, my lord. I'm rightly served; but God bless you, doant hurt the woman my wife, my lord, these thirty years. Five-and-twenty years ago come May, which I shall never see, we buried our two children.
"I promised her, Mester, as yo' can guess, an' we kneeled down an' kissed th' grass, an' she took a bit o' th' sod to put i' her bosom. An' then we stood up an' looked at each other, an' at last she put her dear face on my breast an' kissed me, as she had done every neet sin' we were mon an' wife. "'Good-bye, dear lad, she whispers her voice aw broken. 'Doant come back to th' house till I'm gone.
"I might gi' her a pair o' earrings or a brooch, I suppose, which would cost as much as the gown." "Yes, thou might'st do that, Jack." "Then if she could take the thing which would be no manner o' use to her, why couldn't she take the thing that would?" "I doant know as I can rightly tell you, Jack, but there's a difference." "But can't you tell me what is the difference?" Jack insisted.
"Doant 'ee say a word to check the boy, Bill," Mrs. Haden said to her husband, as he was about to burst out into jeering remarks. "I tell 'ee, what Jack says he sticks to, and you oughter know that by this time. What the man, whos'ever he might be, said, was right, Jack," she went on, turning to the boy. "Larning is a great thing.
Hannah was propitiated by the boy's silence, and as she got supper ready she once or twice noticed his fine black eyes and his curly hair. 'Yo can coom an get yor supper, she said to him, more graciously than she had spoken yet. 'It's a mussy yo doant goo skrikin like your sister.
"Awh, doant 'ee?" returned Jonathan in a voice which sounded the reverse of complimentary. "Wa-all, then, there's what 'tis;" and he held toward her a piece of paper folded up like a letter. "Who's it from? where did 'ee get un?" asked Joan, while Eve exclaimed, "Oh, Joan, see is it from them?" "I can't stay no longer," said Jonathan, preparing to retreat.
I chanced t' notice 'em when I washed his face afore he went to school, and they be main bad, I tell 'ee." "Coom here," the miner said to Jack. "Aye, they be sore surely; why didn't 'ee speak afore, Jack? I doant want to hurt 'ee, lad." "I wa'n't going to speak," Jack said. "Mother found it out, and said she'd tell 'ee o't; but the last two nights I were well nigh yelping when 'ee took me up."
"Doänt thou marry for munny; but goä wheer munny is," he said to his son Sammy, who wanted to marry the poor parson's daughter. And he held up his own love-making as an inspiration for Sammy: And I went wheer munny wor, and thy moother coom to and Wi' lots o' munny laäid by, and a nicetish bit o' land.
Beechum till he hollered nuff, for teezin Me bout mi Gunn. That's quiled the other boiz. But I want mi Gunn! I have just lots & Gobs 2 tell U, bout what Maria's bin sayin bout yore saffron head, but I shant write a word till I git mi Gunn! I wont tell U how the girls is pleggin her bout her Big Sunflower till I git mi Gunn! If U doant send mi Gunn rite off He tel Maria everything I no.
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