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Updated: May 17, 2025
'T is this way: Bonus be at death's door wi' a smashed nose, an' Blanchard done it; an' Jan Grimbal's vanished off the faace o' the airth. Not a sign of un seed arter he drove away last night from the Jubilee gathering. An' if 't is murder, you'll be in the witness-box, knawin' the parties same as you do; an' the sow 's got a braave litter, though what's that arter such news?"
"The faace of un weer allus sulky, like to the faace of a auld ram cat, as may have a gude heart in un for all his glowerin' eyes. But him! Theer ban't no pleasin' un. What do he want? Surely never no man 's failed on his feet awftener." "'T is that what 's spoilin' un, I reckon," said Mr. Chappie. "A li'l ill-fortune he wants now, same as a salad o' green stuff wants some bite to it.
Then, after chapel, Gray Michael went into the village, and Thomasin had an opportunity to ask some of those questions she was burning to put. "An' how be Joan?" she began. "Wisht an' drawed thin 'bout the faace seemin'ly. An' Joe's letter just made her cry fit to bust her eyes, 'stead o' cheerin' of her like." "Poor lass. I dedn' expect nothin' differ'nt.
"No, but solid facts, seen close, often put on a differ'nt faace to what they did far-ways off." "You won't dishearten me, mother; I'm a happy man for once." "Be you? God forbid I should cloud 'e then; awnly keep wise as well as happy, an' doan't fill Chris with tu gert a shaw of pomps an' splendours. Put it away till it comes.
"Ah! that's your job. An' I just sit here an' brought the things to my memory, wan by wan! An' that bit at the top came easy as cutting a stick!" "'Tis a wonnerful piece o' work! An' the piano, Will?" "I hadn't forgot that. Must take it along wi' us, or else send it down to mother. Couldn't look her in the faace if I sold that." "Ban't worth much." "Caan't say.
Barron, to touch the woman in her if he could, harped upon her gown and the color of it, on her shoes and sun-bonnet on everything but herself. Presently he reaped his reward. "Ban't you gwaine to paint my faace as well, Mister Jan." "Yes, if I can. But your eyes are blue, and blue eyes are hard to paint well. Yours are so very blue, Joan. Didn't Joe ever tell you that?"
They've had their use of it; now 'tis our turn; an 'tis awnly such as you be, as comes here in shining summer, when the land puts on a lying faace, as though it didn't knaw weather an' winter 'tis awnly such as you must cry out against us of the soil if we dares to set wan stone 'pon another to make a wall or to keep the blasted rabbits out the young wheat."
"Indeed an' I hadn't. An' I'd be sorrerful if I thot you thot so." She walked to the old position before the gorse and fell naturally into it, speaking the while. "Tis this way: mother's been bad wi' faace ache arter my brother Tom went to sea wi' faither.
"Not so gert as what I've got, I'll lay. Butivul litter 't is. Come an' give me a hand." "Bonus was catched poachin' last night to the Red House. An' he've had his faace smashed in, nose broke, an' all. He escaped arter; but he went to Doctor fust thing to-day an' got hisself plastered; an' then, knawin' 't weern't no use to hide, comed right along an' gived hisself up to faither." "My stars!
"Never say it while the child's livin'! They 'm magical li'l twoads for givin' a doctor the lie. You 'm wisht an' weary along o' night watchings." "Us must faace it. Ban't no oncommon thing. Hope's dead in me these many days; an' dying now in Phoebe dying cruel by inches. She caan't bring herself to say 'gude-by' to the li'l darling bwoy." "What mother could? What do Mrs. Blanchard the elder say?"
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