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"Who dost reckon this is?" he asked of his wife. "It's the girl our William is going with," replied Mrs. Morel. "H'm! 'Er's a bright spark, from th' look on 'er, an' one as wunna do him owermuch good neither. Who is she?" "Her name is Louisa Lily Denys Western." "An' come again to-morrer!" exclaimed the miner. "An' is 'er an actress?" "She is not. She's supposed to be a lady."
Reaching her through the dreadful strangeness of disaster, the soft Devon dialect smote on Diana's ears with a sense of dear familiarity that was almost painful. She laid her hand on the woman's arm. "What is it?" she asked. "Have you lost your child?" The woman looked at her vaguely, bewildered by the surrounding horror. "Iss. Us dunnaw wur er's tu; er's dade, I reckon. Aw, my li'l, li'l chiel!"
"Be damned t' ye, Dick!" panted a hoarse voice. "'Eave, man 'eave her's a-laying across the trap push, damn ye " "Aye, Tom but her's got a knife!" panted a second voice. "Don't 'e forget 'er's got a knife!" "An' what good'll her knife be once we get our 'ands on 'er 'eave, I tell ye both together now!" "Bide a bit, Tom let's 'ave a light " "Light be damned 'eave, man!"
Old Widger would sometimes say, "They Germans be cunning!" or "Us'll 'ave to 'it a bit 'arder avore us knocks 'un out!" but Old Widger never imagined for a moment that "'un," as he always called the Kaiser, would not sooner or later get knocked out, and so he went on with his work, pausing now and then to say, "'Er's a reg'lar cunnin' old varmint, 'er be!" almost with as much admiration as if he were talking of a fox or an otter that had eluded the hounds many times.
O Tom, come down an' 'elp a pal " "What are ye yelpin' over now and be cursed!" panted the man Tom from the ladder. "Th' gal's got money, I tell ye, an' 'er's a 'andsome tit into the bargain, so it's up wi' this 'ere trap " "O Tom, summat 'it me come on down! There's summat or some one 'ere wi' us come down an' see " "'Ow can us see wi'out a light?" "Well, I got my tinder box."
"Stuff," said the other. "You're allers seein' shadders an' ghostses. That 'er's only an ole tree with three limbs stickin' up. Don't yo' shoot an' skeer the whole camp. They'll have the grand laugh on yo', an' mebbe buck-an'-gag yo'." "'Tain't stuff," persisted the other. "Thar never wuz a tree that ever growed that had three as big limbs as that all on one side. You're moon blind."
The saw won its way; and between each spell of labor, the ancient man held his back and grumbled. "Er's Billy Jago," confided the second laborer to Barron, when his companion had turned aside to get some steel wedges and a sledge-hammer. "Er's well-knawn in these paarts a reg'lar cure. Er used tu work up Drift wi' Mister Chirgwin."
"A tidy few, me lord, but not s' many as us could wish, d'ye see " "Pah! Let us take her there. And be gentle with her." "Gentle!" growled the bull-necked man. "'Er's dead, ain't 'er gentle!"
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