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"G'arn with ye!" he said, indignantly, to the melancholy village gossips who came in to see him and shake their heads generally over life and its brief vanities "Th' Almighty Lord ain't a pulin', spiteful, hoppitty kicketty devil wot ain't sure of 'is own mind! He don't make a pretty thing just to break it agin all for nowt!
John Walden heard his garden gates swing back on their hinges, and a shuffling crunch of numerous small feet on the gravel path. "G'arn, Susie!" cried a shrill boy's voice "If y'are leadin' us, lead! G'arn!" A sweet flute-like treble responded to this emphatic adjuration, singing alone, clear and high,
Our own parson's gone an' died over in Madery, an' we'll never 'ave the likes of 'im no more! There's trouble comin' for the Church, you mark my words. An' Twitt, 'e says, 'G'arn, old 'ooman, it's the draught blowin' in at the door as makes the candle gutter, but all the same my words 'as come true!" "Why no, surely not!" said Mary, "Our parson isn't dead in Madeira at all!
I sez to Twitt 'Suthin's goin' to 'appen' an' 'e sez in 'is fool way 'G'arn, old woman, suthin's allus a-'appenin' somewheres' then when Mister Reay looked in all smiles an' sez 'Good-mornin', Twitt! I'm goin' to marry Miss Mary Deane! Wish us joy! Twitt, 'e up an' sez, 'There's your suthin', old gel!
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