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"Stiff-necked he be, for certain; but he may graw quiet 'fore you think it. Nothing tames a man so quick as to see his woman and childer folk hungry eh? An' specially if 't is thanks to his awn mistakes." Mrs. Blanchard flushed and felt a wave of anger surging through her breast. But she choked it down. "You 'm hard in the grain, Lyddon so them often be who've lived over long as widow men.
He declared the remoteness of happiness for Miss Lyddon in that direction to be extreme; he deplored the unstable nature of a young man's affection all the world over; and he made solid capital out of the fact that not once since his departure had her lover communicated with Phoebe. She argued against this that her father had forbidden it; but Mr.
It was a condition, though whether physical or mental he only knew, to which Will reduced Mr. Blee upon every occasion of their meeting. "You hold your jaw an' let me talk to Mr. Lyddon. 'Tis like this, come to look at it: who should work for 'e same as what I would? Who should think for my wife's faither wi' more of his heart than me?
Lyddon, who knew right well that it was so. "But 'tis to probe the stuff he's made of. Nothing should be tu hard for un arter what he've done, eh?" "You'm right. 'Tis true wisdom to chastise the man this way if us can, an' shake his wicked pride." Billy's genius lent itself most happily to this scheme.
On the following morning Miller Lyddon arose late, looked from his window and immediately observed the twain with whom his night thoughts had been concerned. Will stood at the gate smoking; small Timothy, and another lad, of slightly riper years, appeared close by.
The train starts for Moreton at half-past nine. Sam Bonus be gwaine to drive me in, and bide theer for me till I come back from Newton. Faither's awnly too pleased to let me go. I said 't was shopping." "An' when you come home you'll tell him Mr. Lyddon straight?" "Everything, an' thank God for a clean breast again." "An' Will?" "Caan't say what he'll do after.
They filled her existence to the gradual exclusion of wider sympathies. Miller Lyddon had given his grandson a silver mug on the day he was baptised, though since that time the old man held more aloof from the life of Newtake than Phoebe understood.
"They call the man Jack-o'-Lantern, don't they? Why?" "I can't tell you. It may be, though, that he is erratic and uncertain in his ways. You cannot predict what he will do next." "That's nothing against him. He's farming on the Moor now, isn't he?" "Yes." "Where did he come from when he dropped out of the clouds to marry Phoebe Lyddon?"
A black pig gazed upon him and grunted as he came up from the water. It seemed to him a reincarnation of Billy, and he kicked it hard. It fled screaming and limping, while Will, his rage at full flood, proceeded through the farmyard on his way home. But here, by unhappy chance, stood Mr. Lyddon watching his daughter feed the fowls.
But I'll say nought an' think nought till you answers me. Be the bwoy yourn or not? Tell me true, with your hand on this." He took his Bible from the mantelpiece, while Will, apparently cowed by the gravity of the situation, placed both palms upon it, then fixed his eyes solemnly upon Mr. Lyddon.
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