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You'd better call again and see Bubbs hissel." "Certainly I will do so. I shouldn't at all like to leave the borough without seeing Mr. Bubbs. I hope we shall have your influence, Mrs. Bubbs." "I don't know nothing about it. My folk at home allays vote buff; and I think Bubbs ought to go buff too. Only mind this; Bubbs don't never come home to his dinner.
The chiel ye see yan, yer honour, is just chaplain Woods." "Woods the devil!" "Na na yer honour, it's the reverend gentleman, hissel', and no the de'il, at a'. He's in his white frock though why he didn't wear his black gairment is more than I can tell ye but there he is, walking about amang the Indian dwellings, all the same as if they were so many pews in his ain kirk."
But ya jest look 'ere, mum, what's a man to du wi' a daft thingamy like that, as caan't tëak a plain order, and spiles a poor man's business as caan't help hissel'? And Mr.
He either ha' made off an' then sure enough we should ha' heerd on him somehow them Corneys is full on him still and they've a deal to wi' his folk beyond Newcassel or, as my master says, he were just t' chap to hang or drown hissel, sooner nor do aught against his will. 'What did Sylvie say? asked Philip, in a hoarse low voice.
"I don't say that he ain't," was the answer, "but if he be, he's nigh on seven foot high, and sitting airing of hissel in a stone bath." "Oh, rubbish," said the Colonel. "How can a skeleton sit and air himself? He would tumble to bits." "I don't know, but there he be, and they don't call this here place 'Dead Man's Mount' for nawthing."
He kept sayin', 'Oh, he could do it, an' sich like; but aw could see that he were fair killin' hissel', just for the sake o' comin' to his own whoam ov a neet; an' for th' sake o' savin' two or three shillin'; so at last aw turned Turk, an' made him tak lodgin's theer.
'And he niver told me a word on it, not when he saw me like to break my heart in thinking as Kinraid were dead; he kept it a' to hissel'; and watched me cry, and niver said a word to comfort me wi' t' truth. It would ha' been a great comfort, sir, only t' have had his message if I'd niver ha' been to see him again.
Nowe, lass, he never knowed me until one neet he seemed to come to hissel, and then he looked at me and said, "Mother!" But it wur all he said he never spok' at after. 'Yi; but yo' see'd yur lad dee and mine deed afore I could get to him. 'That is so, lass! but as aw stood an' see'd mine deein', I would ha' gien onything if I could ha' shut mi een, or not bin wi' him.
There's one of her scholars, a blacksmith he's above fifty year owd iv yo were to mention her name to him just now, he'd begin a-cryin', an' he'd ha' to walk eawt o'th heause afore he could sattle hissel'. Eh, hoo wur a fine woman; an' everything that hoo said wur so striking. Hoo writes to her scholars here, once a week; an' hoo wants 'em to write back to her, as mony on 'em as con do.
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