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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Cleverly stopped, indeed!" Frank halloaed; "and by no means an easy shot! and so our work's clean done for this place, at the least!" "The boy can shoot some," observed Tom Draw, who loved to bother Timothy; "the boy can shoot some, though he does come from Yorkshire!" "Gad! and Ay wush Ay'd no but gotten thee i' Yorkshire, measter Draa!" responded Tim. "Why! what if you had got me there?"
'It seems strange, she said, 'how as one man turns up, another just disappears. Why, it were but upo' Tuesday as Kinraid come back, as all his own folk had thought to be dead; and next day here's Measter Hepburn as is gone no one knows wheere! 'That's t' way i' this world, replied Coulson, a little sententiously.
"Please, mum," said he, touching the brim of his wreck of a hat, "measter seed ye coming. He sent to say as 'ow 'e were in the five-acre lot." "Run back, Bill, and say that we are coming," answered the farmer's wife, and the awkward figure sped away upon its return journey. "I say, mother, what is Bill's other name?" asked the girl, with languid curiosity. "He's not got one." "No name?"
What, Yorkshire, is that you? I should ha' thought now, Archer, you'd have cleared that lazy Injun out afore this time!" "Whoy, measter Draa what 'na loike's that kind o' talk? coom coom now, where'll Ay tak t' things tull?" "Put Mr. Forester's box in the bed-room off the parlor mine up stairs, as usual," cried Archer. "Look sharp and get the traps out.
"Begging your pardon, Measter Archer," interposed Timothy, pulling his forelock, with an expression of profound respect, mingled with a ludicrous air of regret, at being forced to differ in the least degree from his master; "begging your pardon, Measter Archer, that was a roommer noise, and by a vary gre-at de-al too, when Measter McTavish sneezed me clean oot o' t' wagon!"
Measter Merry, they will be main glad at the Hall when they learns that after all you didn't go down in that mighty terrible hurricane we had t'other day," he exclaimed. "I'd never have gone back to see them that I wouldn't I could have never faced them without the young measter!" Warm and sincere, indeed, were the congratulations of all our friends.
His Sunday hat was in his hand, and he smoothed the long nap of it, as he said, with a mixture of shyness and familiarity 'Sarvant, missus. Yo'r measter is fain that I should come in an' have a drop; no offence, I hope? Sylvia passed quickly through the house-place, and went upstairs without speaking to her cousin Philip or to any one.
You look at that monument, measter," said he, as I stopped and looked attentively at a monument on the southern side of the church near the altar; "that was put up for a rector of this church, who lived a long time ago, in Oliver's time, and was ill-treated and imprisoned by Oliver and his men; you will see all about it on the monument.
As we mounted the rising ground which led to the building from that point, one of the village children a boy came close up to us, attracted by the light we carried, and recognised the clerk. "I say, measter," said the boy, pulling officiously at the clerk's coat, "there be summun up yander in the church. I heerd un lock the door on hisself I heerd un strike a loight wi' a match."
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