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"Once he had been working late at Yalbury Bottom, and had had a drap of drink, and lost his way as he was coming home-along through Yalbury Wood, didn't ye, Master Poorgrass?" "No, no, no; not that story!" expostulated the modest man, forcing a laugh to bury his concern. " And so 'a lost himself quite," continued Mr.
That's only a curious way reddlemen have of going mad for a moment; but they don't hurt anybody. And what did the lady say then?" "I can't mind. Please, Master Reddleman, may I go home-along now?" "Ay, to be sure you may. I'll go a bit of ways with you." He conducted the boy out of the gravel pit and into the path leading to his mother's cottage.
That's only a curious way reddlemen have of going mad for a moment; but they don't hurt anybody. And what did the lady say then?" "I can't mind. Please, Master Reddleman, may I go home-along now?" "Ay, to be sure you may. I'll go a bit of ways with you." He conducted the boy out of the gravel-pit and into the path leading to his mother's cottage.
You're my executor," says he, "and I leaves ye to deal wi' that packet as ye thinks fit." With that, the farmer rode away home-along, and the very day week he went dead.
"We'll go home-along now. Doan't 'e tell him I'm coming. I'll take him unbeknawnst. And you keep out the way till I be gone again." "Does your mother knaw, Will?" "Ess, she an' Chris both knaw I be gwaine to have it out this night. Mother sez I be right, but that Miller will send me packing wi' a flea in my ear; Chris sez I be wrong to ax yet awhile."
"There, 'tis all gone; and I didn't mean quite all," he said, with a sigh. "You had good measure," said she, turning away. "Yes, miss. Well, 'tis over, and now I'll get home-along." Through the Moonlight The next evening the mummers were assembled in the same spot, awaiting the entrance of the Turkish Knight. "Twenty minutes after eight by the Quiet Woman, and Charley not come."
"How dark 'tis now the fire's gone down!" said Christian Cantle, looking behind him with his hare eyes. "Don't ye think we'd better get home-along, neighbours? The heth isn't haunted, I know; but we'd better get home....Ah, what was that?" "Only the wind," said the turf-cutter. "I don't think Fifth-of-Novembers ought to be kept up by night except in towns.
"I'm only an every-day sort of man, and my only chance was in being the first comer ... Well, there's no use in my waiting, for that was all I came about: so I'll take myself off home-along, Mrs. Hurst."
An' by consequence here I be with a pair of 'osses an' the big wagon. Best go home-along, I reckon, an' fetch out the cart," he grumbled, with a jerk of his thumb indicating a red-tiled building on the hillside, half a mile away. "Not so." Mr. Mortimer tapped his brow. "An idea occurs to me if you will spare me a moment to consult with my er partner. A Primrose Fete, you said?
Blanchard went down to find a woman waiting for him, and her first whispered word made him start violently and drop the candle and matches that he carried. His ears were opened and he knew Chris without seeing her face. "I be come back back home-along, brother Will," she said, very quietly. "I looked for mother to home, but found she weern't theer.
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