This is where I look to bide ere long." "My son, can you tell me where Margaret lies?" "Margaret? There's a many Margarets here." "Margaret Brandt. She was daughter to a learned physician." "As if I didn't know that," said the old man pettishly. "But she doesn't lie here. Bless you, they left this a longful while ago. Gone in a moment, and the house empty. What, is she dead? Margaret a Peter dead?

Lyddon met him just outside Monks Barton, and though Martin desired no such thing at the time, nothing would please the miller but that his friend should return to the farm for some conversation. "Home again, an' come to glasses, tu! Well, they clear the sight, an' we must all wear 'em sooner or late. 'T is a longful time since I seed 'e, to be sure." "All well, I hope?" "Nothing to grumble at.

And there he was, in a famous lew hedge facing the sun, where the childer find the first white violets of the year. So Jonas pitched beside the man and said they was well met. "I've been wanting to meet you all alone this longful time," said Jonas; "and I'm very wishful to ask you a question, Bill. You mustn't think me impertinent nor nothing like that.

If so, surely reason must banish such folly before another dawn and send him hot-foot at daybreak to the Red House. He would wait and watch himself and see. His reflections were here cut short, for a shrill voice broke in upon them, and Clement, now within a hundred yards of his own cottage door, saw Mr. Lezzard before him. "At last I've found 'e! Been huntin' this longful time, tu.

And then nature cut the knot, Jane, and, in a word, I darned soon found I liked Nelly Bascombe a lot better than ever I liked you, if you'll excuse my saying so; and, what was a lot more to the purpose, she discovered how she liked me oceans deeper than she liked your father." "My goodness!" cried Miss Warner. "That's the brightest news I've heard this longful time, you blessed man!

How be you fearin'? I aint seen 'e this longful time." "Well, thank you; and as busy as you in my way. I'm going to write a book about the Dartmoor stones." "'S truth! Be you? Who'll read it?" "Don't know yet. And, after all, I have found out little that sharper eyes haven't discovered already. Still, it fills my time. And it is that I'm here about."

"God's my judge, Rupert and Susan, but he's offered marriage!" "Bob!" I said; and yet I weren't so surprised as I pretended to be. And my wife didn't even pretend. "I've seen it coming this longful time, Mary," she declared. "And why not?" "Why not? I wonder at you, Susan!" my sister answered, all in a flame. "To think of an old woman like me with white hair and a foot in the grave!"

I haven't seen 'e smoke this longful time; an' in my view theer 's no better servant than tobacco to a mind puzzled at wan o' life's cross-roads." In the morning Mrs. Blanchard was worse, and some few days later lay in danger of her life.