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Updated: June 24, 2025
"Ever since I wur born. It's summat like rickets. I've been lyin' here aw my days. I look on at foak an' think 'em over. I've got to do summat. That's why I loike th' atlas. Little Ann Hutchinson gave it to me onct when she come to see her grandmother." Tembarom sat upright. "Do you know her?" he exclaimed. "I know her best o' onybody in th' world. An' I loike her best."
In the middle the girls tried to escape into the parlour. But she shouted imperiously after them. "Polly Laura what art tha aboot? Coom back at yance. I'll not ha sickly foak sittin wi'oot a fire!" They came back sheepishly.
He goes in to th' cottages now an' then, an' though a fool could see he does na know his place, nor other people's, he's downreet open-handed. An' he maks foak laugh. He took a lot o' New York papers wi' big pictures in 'em to little Tummas Hibblethwaite. An' wot does tha think he did one rainy day?
An murderin's a graat sin, wheder it's witches or oother foak, 'In t' books they doan't coe it t' Witch's Pool at aw, said Louie, obstinately. 'They coe it t' Mermaid's Pool. 'An anoother book coes it a "Hammer-dry-ad," said David, mockingly, 'soa theer yo are.
If we'n been rich foak theer might ha' been some help fur her, at least; th' law might ha' been browt to mak' him leave her be, but bein' poor workin' foak theer wur on'y one thing: th' wife mun go wi' th' husband, an' theer th' husband stood a scoundrel, cursin', wi' his black heart on his tongue.
There's three fields still liggin oot in t' wet and nobody to lend a hand wi' them. But I doan't want them back! I doan't hold wi' foak like that. I doan't want to see a mon like that settin' where my boy used to set, when he came home. It goes agin me. I can't soomhow put up wi' it.
'Well, Mum; I will say you've a pleasant coontenance, though yo're not juist sich a thrivin' body as a'd like to see yer. But theer's mony people as du more harm nor good by goin' to sit wi' sick foak. Nelly meekly admitted it; and then she suggested that she might be the bearer of anything Mrs. Backhouse would like to send her son clothes, for instance?
An if yo doan't coom and keep your good-for-nothin niece in her place, and make udder foak keep a civil tongue i' their head to your wife, I'll leave your house this neet, as sure as I wor born a Martin! Reuben stumbled into the house. There was a wild rush downstairs, and Louie fell upon him, David's blow showing ghastly plain in her white quivering face. 'Whar's Davy? she said.
"I dunnot loike it nor yet not loike it, but I've heard a bit more about it than I have about th' other places on th' map. Foak goes there to seek their fortune, an' it seems loike there's a good bit doin'." "Do you like to read newspapers?" said Tembarom, inspired to his query by a recollection of the vision of things "doin'" in the Sunday Earth.
"Yo' were nigher to me than most foak, Jinny," she said; "an' tha' trusted me, I know." They left her to her grief until at last she grew calmer and her sobs died away into silence. Then she rose and approaching Langley, who stood at the door, spoke to him, scarcely raising her tear-stained eyes. "I ha' summat to tell yo' an' sum-mat to ax yo'," she said, "an' I mun tell it to yo' alone.
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