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"A hundred maidens would have had him if he'd asked 'em," said the wide woman. "Didst ever know a man, neighbour, that no woman at all would marry?" inquired Humphrey. "I never did," said the turf-cutter. "Nor I," said another. "Nor I," said Grandfer Cantle. "Well, now, I did once," said Timothy Fairway, adding more firmness to one of his legs. "I did know of such a man. But only once, mind."
"As any friend would," said Grandfer Cantle, the other listeners expressing the same accord by the shorter way of nodding their heads. "No sooner was Andrey asleep and the first whiff of neighbour Yeobright's wind had got inside Andrey's clarinet than everyone in church feeled in a moment there was a great soul among 'em.
"A fair stave, Grandfer Cantle; but I am afeard 'tis too much for the mouldy weasand of such a old man as you," he said to the wrinkled reveller. "Dostn't wish th' wast three sixes again, Grandfer, as you was when you first learnt to sing it?" "Hey?" said Grandfer Cantle, stopping in his dance. "Dostn't wish wast young again, I say? There's a hole in thy poor bellows nowadays seemingly."
'tis wonderful what can be done by contrivance!" "My own mind exactly, neighbour." "Ah, he's his grandfer's own grandson! his grandfer were just such a nice unparticular man!" said the maltster.
I'd start the very first thing tomorrow to see the world over again! But seventy-one, though nothing at home, is a high figure for a rover... Ay, seventy-one, last Candlemasday. Gad, I'd sooner have it in guineas than in years!" And the old man sighed. "Don't you be mournful, Grandfer," said Fairway. "Empt some more feathers into the bed-tick, and keep up yer heart.
'Tis to be hoped he can't ill-wish us! There's folks in heath who've been overlooked already. I will never kill another adder as long as I live." "Well, 'tis right to be afeard of things, if folks can't help it," said Grandfer Cantle. "'Twould have saved me many a brave danger in my time." "I fancy I heard something outside the shed," said Christian.
Oftentimes if you could see how terrible down I get in my mind, 'twould make 'ee quite nervous for fear I should die by my hand." "You don't take after your father," said Mrs. Yeobright, looking towards the fire, where Grandfer Cantle, with some want of originality, was dancing by himself among the sparks, as the others had done before.
Across the stout oak table in the middle of the room was thrown a mass of striped linen, which Grandfer Cantle held down on one side, and Humphrey on the other, while Fairway rubbed its surface with a yellow lump, his face being damp and creased with the effort of the labour. "Waxing a bed-tick, souls?" said the newcomer. "Yes, Sam," said Grandfer Cantle, as a man too busy to waste words.
And what a zany an old chap must be, to light a bonfire when there's no youngsters to please." "Cap'n Vye has been for a long walk to-day, and is quite tired out," said Grandfer Cantle, "so 'tisn't likely to be he." "And he would hardly afford good fuel like that," said the wide woman. "Then it must be his grand-daughter," said Fairway. "Not that a body of her age can want a fire much."
And, you see, as the first-born of the Lickpans have all been Roberts, they've all been Bobs, so the story was handed down to the present day. 'Poor Joseph, your second boy, will never be able to bring it out in company, which is rather unfortunate, said Mrs. Worm thoughtfully. ''A won't. Yes, grandfer was a clever chap, as ye say; but I knowed a cleverer. 'Twas my uncle Levi.
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