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'Tis more from hatred of t' others than love of you, when all's said. An' it ban't no gert gold mine. But I'd like to be laid along wi' Coomstock; an' doan't, for God's love, bury Lezzard wi' me; an' I want them words on auld George Mundy's graave set 'pon mine not just writ, but cut in a slate or some such lasting thing. 'Tis a tidy tomb he've got, wi' a cherub angel, an' I'd like the same.
He've served me well in his lifetime, and I won't part from him now." He worked harder the next day in digging a grave for Prince in the garden than he had worked for months to grow a crop for his family. When the hole was ready, Durbeyfield and his wife tied a rope round the horse and dragged him up the path towards it, the children following in funeral train.
"Ah, then," she cried, in despair, "he've no hope o' comin' back! Oh," she moaned, clasping her hands, "if only I had " But she sighed and turned again to her womanly task; and I left her tenderly caring for my mother's old room.
Whiles you stuck up for en I felt braave 'bout his comin'; now now Mister Jan have awnly got me to say a word for en. An' you doan't think he'm a true man no more then, uncle?" "Lassie, I wish to God as I did. Time's time. Why ban't he here?" "I doan't dare think this is the end. I'm feared to look forrard now. If it do wance come 'pon me as he've gone 'twill drive me mad, I knaws."
"So you've got Parson Raymond's boy here!" "Yes," said Mrs. Joll; and turned to Taffy. "He've come to pray a bit: perhaps you would rather be in the parlour?" Taffy asked to be allowed to stay; and presently Mr. Pascoe had them all down on their knees. He began by invoking God's protection on the household; but his prayer soon ceased to be a prayer.
"'Tis my askin', Rogers. I put it as a favour." "What about your friend? I was thinkin' as maybe he'd take over the job." "'Bias?" Captain Cai shook his head. "He've no gift in money matters; let be that I don't believe in mixin' friendship in business." Mr Rogers pondered this for some while in silence.
"What's a Prooshian?" "A Prooshian," said Mrs Penhaligon, inverting one bedroom chair on another, "is a kind o' German, and by all accounts the p'isonest. A Spy is worse nor even a Prooshian, because he pretends he isn't till he've wormed hisself into your confidence, an' then he comes out in his true colours, an' the next thing you know you're stabbed in the back in the dark."
'Tis our last taste o' free life, and we'm going to do the thing fittywise, he says." The old man bent a meditative look on the village roofs below. "We'll pleasure 'en, of course," he said slowly. "So 'tis come round to Jan's turn? But a' was born in the year of Waterloo victory, ten year' afore me, so I s'pose he've kept his doom off longer than most." The two set off down the footpath.
"Well, that's for Santa Claus's clerk. That'll fix him. That'll blister the stupid fellow." "Please, zur!" whispered Martha Jutt. "Well?" snapped the doctor, stopping short in a rush to the stove. "Please, zur," said Martha, taking courage, and laying a timid hand on his arm. "Sure, I don't know what 'tis all about. I don't know what blunder he've made.
"Jim he've written once ter the sister o' he," Captain Sammy told me one day. "He were tellin' how them yachts wuz all fixed up an' we wuz thinkin' as how in travelin' he'd got ter be considerable of a liar, savin' yer presence, ma'am. But now I mistrust he didn't hardly know enough ter tell the whole truth." A few bystanders nodded in approval.
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