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And if they be a bit awkward, and don't step just up to pace, maybe they'll learn by and by, and meantime the others must have patience." "The Lord perfect that which concerneth thee!" said the miller, with much feeling. "Dorothy, was your mistress not desirous to have brought up these little ones herself?" "She was so, Master Ewring, and I would with all my heart she could. Poor little dears!"
Amy looked up as if it startled her to be addressed. "Good den, Master Ewring. Father's sending some corn to be ground, and he desired you to know the last was ground a bit too fine for his liking: would you take the pains to have it coarser ground, an' it please you?" "I will see to it, Mistress Amy. A fine even, methinks?"
If my dear mistress come home safe as please God, she shall you shall be all her children, and Master Ewring hath offered to take Will when he be old enough, and learn him his trade. Your troubles be over, I trust the Lord, for some while." "It's just in time!" said Cissy with a gasp of relief.
"Where's yon companion that wants baking by Lexden Road?" "I am here, Wastborowe," said Mr Ewring, rising. "Good den, friends. The Lord bless and comfort thee, my sister!" And out he went into the summer evening air, to meet the half-tipsy gaoler's farewell of, "There! Take to thy heels, old shortbread, afore thou'rt done a bit too brown. Thou'lt get it some of these days!"
Elizabeth ran across from the North Hill to Boucher's Street, and up that, towards the gate, beyond which the mill stood on the bank of the Colne. Mr Ewring, the miller, was a man who kept early hours; and, as Elizabeth ran up to the gate, she saw that the lights were already out in the windows of the mill. The gate was closed.
Elizabeth rapped sharply on the window, and the shutter was opened, but, all being dark inside, she could not see by whom. "Prithee, let me through the gate. I've a message of import for Master Ewring, at the mill." "Gate's shut," said the gruff voice of the gatekeeper. "Can't let any through while morning." "Darnell, you'll let me through!" pleaded Elizabeth.
At last the gate was opened, and a boy of seven years old bounded out of it and ran up to the cart. "Master Ewring, is that you? I'm glad to see you. We're all coming. Is that old Tim?" "That's old Tim, be sure," said the miller. "Pat him, Will, and then give me your hand and make a long jump." Will obeyed, just as the gate opened again, and Dorothy came out of it with the two little girls.
"Master Ewring, give me but time to get me tidied and my hood, and I'll go with you this minute, if you will. I was mopping out the loft. When Mistress do come back, she shall find her house as clean as she'd have had it if she'd been here, and that's clean enough, I can tell you." "Right, friend, `Faithful in a little, faithful also in much. Dorothy, you'd have made a good martyr."
"Master Ewring, I've heard say that when a soldier's killed in battle, another steppeth up behind without delay to fill his place. There's some places wants filling at Colchester, where the firing's been fierce of late: and when most of the old warriors be killed, they'll be like to fill the ranks up with new recruits.
"That's over a penny a letter, bain't it?" "Fivepence. It's good pay." "It's none so bad. I'm in hopes you'll have a few more messages, Master Ewring. They're easy to carry when they come in a basket o' that metal." "Ah, Bartle! wilt thou do that for a gold angelet which thou wouldst not for the love of God or thy neighbour?
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