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Then all of a sudden she gets th' notion that she'd like to take you with 'er, an' she turns an' tells Mester Adrian so. 'She shall come with me, she says, quite sharp an' determined, an' makes a sign to William Shearman to carry 'em both over. 'No, no, says Mester Adrian, 'quite impossible, says he, as wise as if he'd been an owd man i' stead o' nobbut a lad, ye might say.
For all there was sic fear ower the hale farm-toon 'at naebody would gang ower the door alane after the gloamin' cam, the mester said he wasna fleid to sleep i' the kitchen by 'imsel. We thocht it richt brave o' 'im, for ye see he was as helpless as a bairn. "Richt queer stories rose aboot the cradle, an' travelled to the ither farms.
He half wished to conciliate Kester by helping him, but he seemed also attracted, by a force which annihilated his will, to follow her wherever she went. Kester read his mind. 'Let alone, let alone, said he; 'pigs' vittle takes noan such dainty carryin' as milk. A may set it down an' niver spill a drop; she's noan fit for t' serve swine, nor yo' other, mester; better help her t' teem t' milk.
Poyser; "there's Mester Holdsworth has more land nor anybody else on th' estate." "Well," said Mr. Poyser, "suppose we say the man wi' the foulest land shall sit at top; then whoever gets th' honour, there'll be no envying on him." "Eh, here's Mester Massey," said Mr.
For never yet had I been so addressed in my lordship of Mondolfo. To all there I was just the Madonnino. But to Falcone, in that supreme hour of his need, I was become his lord. "My lord," he said, then. "Is it your wish that I should go?" I drew back, still wrought upon by my surprise; and then my mother's voice came cold and acid. "The Madonnino's wish is not concerned in this, Mester Falcone.
But the silence and inert state lasted only a few seconds, before the black-bearded fellow's angry face began to pucker up, his eyes half closed, and, bending down, he burst into a hearty roar of laughter. "See this, lads!" he cried. "See this! Don't hurt me, mester! Say, lads, I never felt so scared in my life."
"Now, then, Dave, what's it to be?" "Oh, nowt, Mester Dick! I thought to put a net in, and a pole or two, and ask if you'd care to go and get a few fish, but Mester Marston's too fine a gentleman to care for ought o' the sort." "Oh, no, I'm not!" said Marston. "I should enjoy it, boys, above all things." "There, Dave, now then! What is it a drag-net?" "Nay, Mester Dick, on'y a bit of a new."
"Everybody as knowed about Mester Craven knowed there was a little lad as was like to be a cripple, an' they knowed Mester Craven didn't like him to be talked about. Folks is sorry for Mester Craven because Mrs. Craven was such a pretty young lady an' they was so fond of each other. Mrs.
Eh, she didn't hold so much wi' wenches hersel', an' Mester Adrian, she reckoned, hadn't come to live here all by himsel' to have visitors breaking in on him that gate! "There be visitors and visitors, mother I tell you, I who speak to you, that his honour is happy."
It is as red as rubies, but not so red as your lips, or some leach of almonds, which, lily-white though it be, is not to be compared with the teeth that shall touch it." "Odd's heart! mester steward, yo mun ha' larnt that protty speech fro' th' squoire himself," replied Dame Tetlow, laughing.
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