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My mother b'lieved in 'em, an' Joe did, till faither turned en away from 'em. But when us plighted troth, I made en jine hands wi' me under a livin' spring o' water, though he said 'twas heathenish. Awnly, somehow, I knawed 'twas a proper thing to do."
"Coorse I knawed that if all was well with 'e, you'd a done the right thing, but it 'peared as if the right thing couldn' be to leave me, Mister Jan not now, now you be my world like; 'cause theer edn' nothin' or nobody else in the world but you for me. 'Tis wicked, but t'others be all faded away; an' faither's nort, an' Joe's nort, alongside o' you." He did not answer, and began to paint.
Wood, grimly, "that there wasn't a wisp of hay inside that shanty, and that where the poor beasts were tied up the wood was knawed and bitten by them in their torture for food? Wouldn't he have sent me that note, instead of leaving it here on the table, if he'd wanted me to know? The note isn't dated, but I judge he's been gone five or six days.
"He's dead Uncle he went quite sudden at the end; an' he'm to lie to Chagford wi' gran'faither an' gran'mother." "Dead! My God! An' I never seed un more! The best friend to me ever I had leastways I thought so till this marnin'." "You may think so still." "Ess, so I do. A kind man inside his skin. I knawed un better'n most people an' he meant well when he married me, out of pure love to us both."
You knawed you was doin' wrong better'n I can tell you an' such a plaace! A babe could see you 'm workin' awver living springs. You caan't fill un even now in the drouth, an' come autumn an' rain 't will all be bog again." "Nothing of the sort," flamed out Will, quite forgetting his recent assertion as to the poverty of the place.
"It's so different to the men I've ever had to do with," said Eve. "Iss, but you never knawed but wan afore you comed here, did 'ee?" "I only knew one man well," returned Eve.
He'd glory that I knawed. An' pray henceforrard, as I shall, for a bwoy. Ax God for a bwoy ax wi'out ceasin' for a son full o' Clem. Our sorrows might win to the Everlasting Ear this wance. But, for Christ's sake, ax like wan who has a right to, not fawning an' humble." The woman was transfigured as the significance of this news filled her mind. She wept before a splendid possibility.
Then he came to the last of all and read out: "'Miss Joan Tregenza, Post-Office, Penzance. To be left until called for." "Mine, mine, sir! I knawed 'e'd have it! I knawed as the kind, good " Then she stopped and grew red, while the clerk looked at her curiously and then yawned.
He looked wildly round and lifted his hands as though he expected to find them full. "Where is it? Where is it? The bag of money? I won't I can't Where is it, I say?" "I wish I knawed, lovey. Dream-gawld, I'm afeared. You've bin lying cold, an' that do allus breed bad thoughts in sleep. 'Tis late; I done breakfast an hour ago. An' Okehampton day, tu. Coach'll be along in twenty minutes."
This he did, tapped lightly, and then waited for the door to be opened. A man presently appeared and showed some surprise at the sight of his late visitor. "Let me in, Clem," said Will. "I knawed you'd be up, sitting readin' and dreamin'. 'T is no dreamin' time for me though, by God! I be corned straight from seeing Miller 'bout Phoebe." "Then I can very well guess what was last in your ears."
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