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"About Ralph and father?" asked Rotha. "Tush! about hissel'. Do ye think he'll die?" Rotha dropped her head. "Tell me: do ye think so?" Rotha was still silent. Mrs. Garth looked searchingly into her face, and in answer to the unuttered reply, she whispered vehemently, "It's a lie. He'll be back at his anvil to-morrow. Why do you come wi' yer pale face to me? Crying? What's it for? tell me!"
No one had seen him, or knowed his name. 'Yo' niver heared of his goin' for t' be a soldier? persevered Kester. 'Niver. I've told yo' once. It were unlike Philip to think o' such a thing. 'But thou mun ha' been thinkin' on him at times i' a' these years. Bad as he'd behaved hissel', he were t' feyther o' thy little un. What did ta think he had been agait on when he left here? 'I didn't know.
No one had seen him, or knowed his name. 'Yo' niver heared of his goin' for t' be a soldier? persevered Kester. 'Niver. I've told yo' once. It were unlike Philip to think o' such a thing. 'But thou mun ha' been thinkin' on him at times i' a' these years. Bad as he'd behaved hissel', he were t' feyther o' thy little un. What did ta think he had been agait on when he left here? 'I didn't know.
A've walked better nor a dozen mile to-day; an' a ran out, an' a looked, an' just on t' walk, at t' turn, was t' swish of a wave runnin' back as quick as t' mischief int' t' sea, an' oud Jeremiah standin' like one crazy, lookin' o'er int' t' watter; an' like a stroke o' leeghtnin' comes a man, an' int' t' very midst o' t' great waves like a shot; an' then a knowed summut were in t' watter as were nearer death than life; an' a seemed to misdoubt me that it were our Bella; an' a shouts an' a cries for help, an' a goes mysel' to t' very edge o' t' cliff, an' a bids oud Jeremiah, as was like one beside hissel', houd tight on me, for he were good for nought else; an' a bides my time, an' when a sees two arms houdin' out a little drippin' streamin' child, a clutches her by her waist-band, an' hauls her to land.
'Neither thee nor me can tell; we can neither help nor hinder, seein' as he's ta'en hissel' off out on our sight, we'd best not think on him. A'll try an' tell thee some news, if a can think on it wi' my mind so full. Thou knows Haytersbank folk ha' flitted, and t' oud place is empty? 'Yes! said Sylvia, with the indifference of one wearied out with feeling.
Him as has put us here expects us to show yon lass o' Stott's same as He's shown to us Hissel'. There's one bit o' readin' i' th' New Testament as noan o' yo' has had owt to say abaat I mean where th' Lord tells o' th' two debtors. Th' fust geet let off; but when he wouldn't let his mate off, it were a sore job for him.
You have been steering due west for some purpose of your own, against my orders." "Oh, that's your game, is it? You are the skipper, and us a brace of lubbers as doesn't know north from west, I suppose. Let him sail the cursed craft hissel, Bill." Yawl let go the tiller, on which the sloop broached to and nearly went on her beam ends.
When all's said, us knaws the Lard Hissel weer mighty easy wi' the like o' she, an' worser wenches tu. But Michael God A'mighty knaws he won't be easy. She'm a damned wummon, I s'pose, but she's got to live through 'er life here damned or saved; an' she's got a thousand pound to do't with. A terrible braave dollop o' money, sure 'nough.
Widow Dobson held her hand in hers for a minute, then the humble woman said, 'Yo'll noane be vexed wi' me, missus, if a cannot find i' my heart t' turn him out till he wants to go hissel'? For a wouldn't like to vex yo', for Christopher's sake; but a know what it is for t' feel for friendless folk, an' choose what may come on it, I cannot send him away. 'No! said Sylvia.
She bids me hope, indeed, in the Lord an' she's right there; but as for man, what can we hope frae him?" "Ye may weel ask that!" exclaimed Quentin Dick, with sudden and bitter emphasis. "Man indeed! It's my opeenion that man, when left to hissel', is nae better than the deevil. I' faith, I think he's waur, for he's mair contemptible."
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