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It cooms and it goas, doos sech-like." "What makes it come?" "What maakes it coom? Yo knaw better than I can tall yo." "If I only did know. I'm afraid it's going." "I can tell yo this for your coomfort. Ef yo soofer enoof mebbe it'll coom t' yo again. Ef yo're snoog and 'appy sure's death it'll goa." He paused. "It 'assn't coom t' mae sence I married Ally." She was wrong about Jim.
Yo've been nowt but a new stone o' stumblin'; an' the Lord knows there's offences enoof already!" Meanwhile, in the room from which his daughter had been driven, Melrose had risen from his seat, and was moving hither and thither, every now and then taking up some object in the crowded tables, pretending to look at it, and putting it down again.
"'Tis enoof t' raaise yore pore feyther clane out of 'is graave!" "'E'd sooner 'ave seed yo in yore coffin, Assy." She rose and took down the tea-caddy from the chimney-piece and flung a reckless measure into the tea-pot. "Ef 'e'd 'a been a-livin', 'E'd a killed yo. Thot's what 'e'd 'a doon." As she said it she grasped the kettle and poured the boiling water into the tea-pot.
I could ha' put yo' i' the river fasst enoof." A ghastly chuckle in the darkness. Boden considered. "Well, now are you going to give yourself up? You see I can do nothing to force you! But if you take my advice, you'll go quietly with me, to the police you'll make a clean breast of it." "Will they hang me, Muster Boden?" "I don't think so," said Boden slowly. "What made you do it?"
This air had made a bond between us. When I finished, the old man said to me: 'Thank ye, thank ye, sor, with all my hairt! That's enoof. Let me put the hairn away. Go hoom now. But coom aroond in the mairnin' and Oi'll boy a bill of ye; Oi doon't give a dom pwhat ye're silling.
"Aye, and enoof to moisten yer own red lips wi' too, I'm a-thinkin'. There'll be na crop the year wourth speakin' of; but next June 'twill puzzle ye to gither them. But ye a' can ha' a dainty saucer yoursels the season, when ye're a mind to stoop for them."
Gwenda looked up from her book. "No," she said. "He's away, isn't he?" "Away? 'El'll nat get away fer long enoof. 'E's too ill." "Ill?" Alice sent the word out on a terrified breath. Nobody took any notice of her. "T' poastman tell mae," said Mrs. Gale. "From what 'e's 'eerd, 'twas all along o' Nad Alderson's lil baaby up to Morfe. It was took wi' the diptheery a while back.
He turned to her, infinitely reverent, infinitely tender. "Will yo' staay with 'im? Or will yo' coom with mae?" "I'll come with you." With one shoulder turned to her father, she cowered to her lover's breast. "Ay, an' yo' need n' be afraaid I'll not bae sober. I'll bae sober enoof now. D'ye 'ear, Mr. Cartaret? Yo' need n' bae afraaid, either. I'll kape sober.
"It goes oop to Marly Head, and joins on to th' owd road t' Roman road, foak calls it along top o' t' fells. An' if yo follers that far enoof you may coom to Ullswatter an' Pen'rth." "Thank you. Good afternoon," said Hester, moving on.
You seem the lovely shepherdess of this rural scene, but where is your flock?" Shrewd Malcom, near by, watched this scene as the terrier he resembled might have done, and took instant and instinctive dislike to the new- comer. With a contemptuous sniff he thought to himself, "There's mateerial enoof in ye for so mooch toward a flock as a calf and a donkey."
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