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Then our Jane goes down into t' town and would ha' lost her life if captain he hadn't been passing by and saaved her. Then he gets killed. Just gived his life for hearn. Looks like a fate aboot it; may be it eel be our toorn next, and if ever that lad waants a man to stand beside him Luke Marner will be there. And there's Bill too oi believe that boy would lay down his life for him.
I never before felt the same way as I do to-night. My spirits is gived way: my heart seems to have falled flat down and died within me, and, be doing what I may, there keeps soundin' in my ears a nickety-knock like the tappin' on a coffin-lid."
"I had a birthday a short time ago, and I had a pair of mittens which mother had knit for me to wear this winter, some candy, some shoes and this lovely dress." "Who gived you the dress?" asked Prue, innocently. "That's what I'd like to know," was Molly's answer.
And sure enough sin' that day she ha' stood my friend, and gived me soup and flannels for the little uns, and put my Bess to service, and took me through all the bad Christmas'. Poor dear soul! she ha' gone now! and may the Lord bless her and all as good as she!" The poor woman, who felt the loss of her benefactress, put the corner of her apron to her eyes. Sir Henry strode forward.
She had been a tiny, unwanted item in a large family of twelve with which "Providence had blessed" a struggling friend and neighbor. The arrival of the last had robbed him of his only help. "Daddy gived me to Uncle Rube," was her only explanation of her being there. "'T is cold, though," she answered.
When I gived my vote to Measter Cholmley to go up to t' Parliament House, I as good as said, 'Now yo' go up theer, sir, and tell 'em what I, Dannel Robson, think right, and what I, Dannel Robson, wish to have done. Else I'd be darned if I'd ha' gi'en my vote to him or any other man. Div yo' think I'd send up Measter Cholmley to speak up for that piece o' work?
I caan't stand this life no more. I caan't an' I won't 't is enough to soften any man's wits." "Quiet! quiet, caan't 'e?" said the miller, as though he told a dog to lie down. "Theer now! You've been an' gived me palpitations with your noise. Banging tables won't mend it, nor bad words neither. This thing hasn't come by chance. You 'm ripening in mind an' larnin' every day.
Don't you forget, Orion, that mother gived you your name, and that you is a giant, whether you likes it or not. Don't you forget that, and I won't forget that I is Diana, and that mother gived me my name too, and that I is the bwavest huntwess in all the world." "But you haven't got a bow and arrow," said Orion. Diana was silent for a moment.
"Ess fay, 'tis wheer I sit Sundays '9 feet by 11; 3 four-prong dung forks. I'll move them. They doan't come in none tu well theer, I allow. '5 cane-seated chairs, 1 specimen of wax fruit under glass." "I caan't paart wi' that, lovey. Faither gived it to me; an' 'twas mother's wance on a time." "Well, bein' a forced sale it ought to go.
There warn't a hand there but would have given a week's pay to have seen it done." "I am afraid I was wrong, Bill," Ned said, feeling ashamed rather then triumphant at the thought. "I oughtn't to have done it, but my beastly temper got the best of it." "Doan't say that Maister Ned; he deserves ten toimes worse nor ye gived him, and he will get it some time if he doan't mind.
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