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Awnly just for wance, Polly reckoned it might do us all good. An' Polly knaws what's singin' an' what edn' so well as any lass. "You an' Polly go to the singin' then. 'Tedn' for the likes o' me." Then Joan turned to her cousin, who was pouring tea out of a little pot which held two cups and no more.
Heaven's no need to be a big plaace theer 'edn' gwaine to be no crowdin' theer. 'Tis hell as'll fill space wi' its roominess." "I be gwaine," answered Mr. Chirgwin. "Us have talked three hour by the clock, an' us ain't gotten wan thot in common. I trusts in Christ; you trusts in yourself. Time'll shaw which was right. They exchanged some further remarks in a similar strain.
Presently she departed with her stepmother, whereupon Sally Trevennick relieved her pent-up feelings. "Thank the Lard that chitter-faaced wummon edn' gwaine to the weddin' any ways! Us knaws she's a dear good sawl 'nough; but what wi' her sour voice, an' her sour way o' talkin', an' her sour 'pinions, she'm enough to set a rat-trap's teeth on edge."
'Tis all wan now. Wanton or no wanton, she've flummoxed me this day. The giglot lied an' said the thing that was not. She'm not o' the Kingdom the fust Tregenza as ever lied the fust." "God send it edn' as bad as it do look, master. 'Er caracter belike ban't gone. S'pose as she'm married?" "Hould your clack, wummon. I be thinkin'." He was thinking, indeed.
"Sinners is all colors an' ages. Another time doan't you do what's wrong, whether 'tis auld or young as tempts 'e to't. You'm a Luke Gosp'ler, an' it edn' being a shinin' light 'tall to go wrong just because wan as did ought to knaw wiser an' doan't, tells 'e to. Now you can lace on your boots, as soon as you'm minded to, an' traapse up Drift with that theer basket an' all in it.
Love childern do come as sweet an' innercent on to the airth as them born o' wedlock purty sawls. 'Tis the fashion to apprentice 'em to theer faithers mostly, an' they be a sort o' poor cousins o' the rightful fam'ly; but your lil wan well theer edn' gwaine to be any 'poor cousin' talk 'bout en if en do live. But I was talkin' o' the will."
'Tesn't right or fitty to kiss that way. It frightens me, Archelaus." "Why edn' it right?" "Because because we aren't wed," faltered Phoebe. "Wed!..." In his voice was light laughter and a kindly scorn. "What's wed but a word? We're men and women on this earth; that's all that matters to my way of thinken!" Phoebe was vaguely hurt and insulted, which did duty for being shocked very well.
'Tis like this: your man did take plain Nature for God, an' he did talk fulishness 'bout finding Him in the scent o' flowers, the hum o' bees an' sichlike. Mayhap Nature's a gude working God for a selfish man, but she edn' wan for a maid, as you knaws by now.
Ipse vero vix cum paucis evasit. Veruntamen post haec illum regnare permiserunt, ea ratione, ut amplius in Scotiam nec Anglos nec Normannos introduceret, sibique militare permitteret."-Rolls Series edn., vol. ii, p. 222. The peaceful Edgar had surrounded himself with English favourites, and had granted Saxon charters to Saxon landholders in the Lothians.
Hemmerde's eldest, and Polly's first regular maidservant. "Don' care," repeated Johnny. "Ellen plays pillers." "Edn pays pidders," said the echo. Seizing two hot, pudgy hands Polly dragged the pair indoors though they held back mainly on principle.
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