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I took down the gun, saying, "Jacob, you have no chance; there is but one charge of buck-shot in the house." "One chance is better nor none," said Jacob, as he commenced loading the gun. "Who knows what may happen to oie. Mayhap oie may chance to kill 'un; and you and the measter and the wee bairns may have zummut zavory for zupper yet." Away walked Jacob with Hoodie's "Manton" over his shoulder.
Why, Timothy, how be you?" he concluded, smiting him on the back a downright blow, that would have almost felled an ox, as he was getting out the baggage. "Doant thee noo, Measter Draa," expostulated Tim, "behaave thyself, man, or Ay'se give thee soomat thou woant loike, I'm thinking. Noo! send oot yan o' t' nagers, joost to stand till t' nags till Ay lift oot t' boxes!"
'Oh, man, dunnot find fault wi' me! I'm just fain to lie down and die, if it were not for mother. 'Ay! thy mother will be sore unsettled if thou's for quitting Haytersbank, said merciless Kester. 'I cannot help it; I cannot help it! What can I do? It would take two pair o' men's hands to keep t' land up as Measter Hall likes it; and beside
Hey, Sweetlips, here hussy, d n the tuoad, dos't n't know thy old measter? Ey, ey, thou may'st smell till Christmas, I'll be bound to be hanged, knight, if the creature's nose an't foundered by the d d stinking perfumes you have got among you."
'Come, measter, you've had as much as is good for you. 'Let a' be! Let a' be, said he, clutching at the bottle of spirits, but perhaps rather more good-humoured with what he had drunk than he was before; he jerked a little more into his glass before his wife carried it off, and locked it up in the cupboard, putting the key in her pocket, and then he said, winking at Philip 'Eh! my man.
"I once knocked about in a vessel as were a-tryin' to git round this blissid place for a month av Sundays, an' couldn't." "And what did you do, measter?" asked Joe Fergusson, who had a great respect for the boatswain and was eyeing him open-mouthed. "What did you do when you couldn't sail round it?"
I answered, "At one pull, Sir, you are no milk-sop we shall do you justice." "Shall you?" said he, shaking me by the hand; "odds then, I'll see it out, an't were a mile to the bottom: here's to our better acquaintance, measter Randan," So saying, he applied it to his lips, and emptied it in a breath.
His aunt caught him a little aside while Sylvia was in the dairy, and her husband talking in the shippen with Kester. 'For good's sake, Philip, dunnot thee bring us talk about t' press-gang. It's a thing as has got hold on my measter, till thou'd think him possessed. He's speaking perpetual on it i' such a way, that thou'd think he were itching to kill 'em a' afore he tasted bread again.
"He wait at dinner, my love! it is not he who waits." "Who then, Mr. Copperas?" "Why we, my love; it's we who wait for dinner; but that's the cook's fault, not his." "Pshaw! Mr. Copperas; Adolphus, my love, sit upright, darling." Here De Warens cried from the bottom of the stairs, "Measter, the coach be coming up." "There won't be room for it to turn then," said the facetious Mr.
"Look 'ee 'ere, Tummas," said one short, thick-set man, addressing Bainton; "Look 'ee 'ere thy measter baint oop to mark this marnin'! Seemed as if he couldn't find the ways nor the meanin's o' the Lord nohow!" Bainton slowly removed his cap from his head and looked thoughtfully into the lining, as though seeking for inspiration there, before replying.
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