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Updated: June 8, 2025
The old man looked at me gravely. "Her'll rest in the Lard's time, in the Lard's gude time but now her'll just be follerin' on with the burrd." The gull was flying close to us now, and a cold wind swept the sunny sea. I shivered: Daddy looked at me curiously. "There be reason enough to be cawld if us did but knaw it, but I he mos' used to 'em, poor sawls."
I'll be upsides wi' the man if it takes me fifty year to do it. Awnly 'more haste, more let. I shall go slow an' sure. That's why I comed here fust thing." Mr. Chirgwin looked extremely alarmed, and Mary spoke. "This be wild, wicked talkin', Joe Noy, an' no mort o' sorrer as ever was can excuse sich words as them. 'Tedn' no task o' yourn to take the Lard's work out His hand that way.
"Your daddy'll be lonesome wi'out un," said he, "but 'twill be fine t' think o' my maid comin' back walkin' again rare fine." "An' 'twill be rare hard t' be goin'," she said. "I'm 'most wishin' I weren't havin' t' go." "But when you comes back, maid, you'll be well, an' think, now, how happy that'll make un," Mrs. Gray encouraged. "Th' Lard's good t' be providin' th' way.
Her heart's warm yet, an' the truth will find its plaace theer in the Lard's awn time; but you I doubt 'tedn' in you to change." "Never, till wrong be right." "You makes me sorry for 'e, Tregenza." "Weep for yourself, Thomas Chirgwin. You'm that contented, an' the contented sawl be allus farthest from God if you awnly knawed it. Wheer's your fear an' tremblin' too?
An' us caan't say 'sactly what size a sin do look to God A'mighty's eye. An' us have got the Lard's way o' handlin' sich like troubles writ out clear eh? Eh, Polly? He dedn' preach no sermon at the time neither." The old man prattled on, setting out the position in the most favorable light to Joan that seemed possible to him. But his listener was one no longer.
She's no better, an' th' Lard's not answerin' my prayer yet t' give back strength t' she an' make she walk." "'Twill be all right wi' th' maid, now. Th' doctor said they'd be makin' she well at th' hospital." "But the's no money t' send she t' th' hospital an' if she don't go th' doctor said she'd never be gettin' well." "Now don't be lettin' that worry ye, Mary.
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