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'I ha' telled thee many a time that she and me is like brother and sister. She's no more thought on me nor I have for her. So be content wi't, for I'se not tell thee again. 'Don't be vexed, Philip; if thou knew what it was to be in love, thou'd be always fancying things, just as I am. 'I might be, said Philip; 'but I dunnut think I should be always talking about my fancies.
'I ha' telled thee many a time that she and me is like brother and sister. She's no more thought on me nor I have for her. So be content wi't, for I'se not tell thee again. 'Don't be vexed, Philip; if thou knew what it was to be in love, thou'd be always fancying things, just as I am. 'I might be, said Philip; 'but I dunnut think I should be always talking about my fancies.
After a pause she said, "I dunnut understand that: you've like no house, nor no brass, I guess?" "Are you book-learned?" she inquired presently. "Yes, very." "But you've never been to a boarding-school?" "I was at a boarding-school eight years." She opened her eyes wide. "Whatever cannot ye keep yourself for, then?" "I have kept myself; and, I trust, shall keep myself again.
If you don't let me in, I'll kill you!" he rather shrieked than said. "Devil! devil! I'll kill you I'll kill you!" Joseph uttered his croaking laugh again. "Thear, that's t' father!" he cried. "That's father! We've allas summut o' either side in us. Niver heed, Hareton, lad dunnut be 'feard he cannot get at thee!"
Meanwhile, the infant ruffian continued sucking; and glowered up at me defyingly, as he slavered into the jug. 'I shall have my supper in another room, I said. 'Have you no place you call a parlour? 'Parlour! he echoed, sneeringly, 'parlour! Nay, we've noa parlours. If yah dunnut loike wer company, there's maister's; un' if yah dunnut loike maister, there's us.
Aw'm as wake as a kittlin' this minute." Ann, who had befriended them in this manner, was the handsome young woman who seemed to be in work; and now, the poor woman who had been telling the story, laid her hand upon her friend's shoulder and said, "Ann, thae's behaved very weel to us o' roads; an' neaw, lass, go thi ways whoam, an' dunnut fret abeawt us, mon. Aw feel better neaw, aw do for sure.
What are you going to do with these gooseberries?" I inquired, as she brought out a basket of the fruit. "Mak' 'em into pies." "Give them to me and I'll pick them." "Nay; I dunnut want ye to do nought." "But I must do something. Let me have them." She consented; and she even brought me a clean towel to spread over my dress, "lest," as she said, "I should mucky it."
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