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They answered the call with a stentorian roar; and if Dick Winthorpe had imitated Richard the Second just then, and called upon the crowd to accept him as their leader, they would have followed him to the attempt of any mad prank he could have designed. "Thank ye, Mester Dick!" said Hickathrift, placing his great hand upon the lad's shoulder, as the squire forced his way to their side.
Ye'll do finely t' lead the singin'. But I don' know what Parson Irwine 'ull say at his gran' favright Adam Bede a-turnin' Methody." "Never do you bother yourself about me, Ben. I'm not a-going to turn Methodist any more nor you are though it's like enough you'll turn to something worse. Mester Irwine's got more sense nor to meddle wi' people's doing as they like in religion.
"Happen I had, mester," Mrs. Tams agreed sadly; and then with fire: "But I go into no parlour. You get back to her, mester. Going out again at this time o' night, and missis as her is! If you stop where a husband ought for be, her'll soon mend, I warrant." He went back, cursing all women, because he had no alternative but to go back. He dared not do otherwise.... It was only a swoon.
This repeated remark of his seemed to rouse the fury in her. "You may 'h'm, Mester Ollerenshaw," she glared at him. "You may 'h'm' as much as yo'n a mind." Then to Helen: "Come in, miss; come in. Don't be afraid of servants." And finally, with a striking instinct for theatrical effect: "But I go out!"
Before she reached the end of the frowsy street, whose meanness and monotony of tiny-bow-windows exemplified intensely the most deplorable characteristics of a district where brutish licence is decreasing, she was overtaken by a lanky girl in a pinafore. "If ye please, miss, Mester Maldon's gone to live at 29 Birches Street, 'anbridge."
Hickathrift had ground the blades until they were perfectly sharp at the edges, and had made a new pair of ashen soles for them, into which he had just finished fitting the steel. "There, Mester Dick," said the bluff fellow with a grin; "that's a pair o' pattens as you ought 'most to fly in. Going out in the morning?" "Yes, Hicky, I shall go directly after breakfast."
"Raynor," he said to him on one of the evenings when he had stopped before the shanty, "I wish I knew why your face troubles me so." "Does it trouble yo', mester?" "Yes," with a half laugh, "I think I may say it troubles me. I have tried to recollect every lad in Deepton, and I have no remembrance of you." "Happen not, mester," meekly.
'Come, Tim, she said, 'he conna say no to that. "An' so out we went 'thout another word, an' left th' black-hearted rascal behind, sittin' i' th' very room th' little un deed in. His cradle stood theer i' th' corner. We went out into th' moonlight 'thout speakin', an' we didna say a word until we come to this very place, Mester.
The poor people rose in confusion. But Mr Crich, pale and black-bearded and deprecating, came behind her, saying: 'Yes, I don't like you coming as late as this. I'll hear any of you in the morning part of the day, but I can't really do with you after. What's amiss then, Gittens. How is your Missis? 'Why, she's sunk very low, Mester Crich, she's a'most gone, she is
"What'll ye run to?" "Oh," said Mr. Povey, largely, "I don't know." "Will ye run to a tenner?" "I thought of something cheaper." "Well, hoo much? Out wi' it, mester." "Not more than two pounds," said Mr. Povey. He would have said one pound had he dared. The prices of dogs amazed him. "I thowt it was a dog as ye wanted!" said Boon. "Look 'ere, mester. Come up to my yard and see what I've got."
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