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'Aw durnd know as onybody feels it but thisel, lad, replied his mother; 'but thaa con go i' th' garden, if thaa wants to cool a bit. Tea's happen made thee sweat.
'Hoo thinks hersel' aboon porritch, does yon lot. 'Dun yo' think hoo can mak' porritch? sneered Amos to the woman who passed the unkindly remark. 'Nowe, Amos, aw durnd. Yon lass'll cost Penrose some brass. Yo'll see if hoo doesnd. While this criticism was going on in the chapel yard, Mrs. Penrose was seated in the pew of Dr. Hale, somewhat bewildered and not a little overstrained.
I don't know how it coom abaat, but somehaa I geet fond o' drink, and I tuk to stopping aat late, and comin' wom' rough like, and turnin' agen th' missus. They coom up to see me from Rehoboth, and owd Mr. Morell prayed wi' me; but it wor all no use. Th' devil hissel wor in me. They say, Mr. Penrose, as yo' durnd believe in a devil; that yo' co evil a principle or summat of that sort.
'Then there's summat wrang with th' decrees, that's all, Amos. There's been a mistak' somewhere. 'Hooist, lad! hooist! durnd talk like that. Woe to th' mon that strives wi' his Maker. 'If thi Maker's th' mon thaa maks Him aat to be, I'm noan partic'lar abaat oather His woes or His blessin's. 'No more am I, cried Dan, as he stood up and stretched himself with a yawn.
'Come, Amos, thaa's goin' a bit too fur, interrupted Abraham Lord. 'If yo're baan to insult th' parson, yo've no need to insult them as is up aboon "ministerin' sperits," as th' apostle cos em. 'We know thaa'rt no angel, Amos, baat thi tellin' us, said Malachi o' th' Mount. 'I durnd know as I want to be one afore mi time, Malachi: an' I'm noan baan to do as they do till I ged amang 'em.
Yo' remember, durnd yo'? I wore it one charity sarmons. 'Aw remember, Amanda, said the parent, choking with the reminiscences of the past which the old hat and its yellow ribbon aroused. 'Naa see, mother, continued the girl, her eye fixed on the opening sky; 'it's like a great sea a sea o' buttercups, same as used to grow in owd Whittam's field when yo' couldn't see grass for flaars.
'I durnd know what yo' mean, Gronny. 'Why, it's i' this way, lass; my Jimmy and yor little Job wur aar own, wurnd they? 'Yi, forsure they wur. 'We feshioned 'em, as the Psalmist sez, didn't we? 'Thaa sez truth, Gronny, wept the younger woman. 'And we feshioned 'em lads an' o'. 'Yi, and fine uns; leastways, my little Job wur bless him.
An' that's fifty year ago, lad, and I've never slept out o' th' owd haas from that neet to this, and I durnd want to leave it naa. 'Well, durnd tak' on like that, mother; if tha' does thaa'll break my heart. We shall happen stop yet, who knows? and Jim almost choked with the lie which he told in his wild anguish to stay the torrent of his mother's grief.
'Just as hoo were stretchin' her arm, and bendin' her shoulders to get owd o' th' ends, the tackler up wi' his an' clips her raand th' waist. 'Well, hoo were up like a flesh o' greased leetnin', and fetched him a smack o'er th' face as made him turn the colour o' taller candles. Yo' remember that, Betty, durnd yo'?
'Mother, stammered Matt, 'Miriam has summat to tell yo'. 'Nay, lad, thaa may tell it thisel, said Miriam. 'Happen thaa cornd for shame, Miriam, stammered Matt. 'I durnd know as I've ought to be ashamed on, but it seems as though thaa hedn't th' pluck. The old woman grew impatient, and, supposing she was being fooled, rose from the table, and said: 'I want to know noan o' your secrets.
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