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He offered Clare his nearly emptied pewter. "No, thank you, sir," answered Clara "I am thirsty but not so thirsty as to take your drink from you. I can get on to the next pump. Perhaps that won't be chained up like a bull!" "Here, mis'ess!" cried the man. "This is a mate as knows a neighbour when he sees him. I'll stand him a half-pint. There's yer money!"
"'Twould be more seemly in ye to stand still and welcome Mis'ess Yeobright, and you the venerablest here, Grandfer Cantle," said the besom-woman. "Faith, and so it would," said the reveller checking himself repentantly. "I've such a bad memory, Mis'ess Yeobright, that I forget how I'm looked up to by the rest of 'em. My spirits must be wonderful good, you'll say? But not always.
Emma, come here directly," said Mrs. Cathcart. Emma obeyed. "I am going a message for mis'ess." "Who is that note for?" "I didn't ask. John can read well enough." "Show it me." Emma, I presume, closed both lips and hand very tight. "I command you." "Miss Cathcart pays me my wages, ma'am," said Emma, and turning, sped down-stairs like a carrier-pigeon.
The Bryanite sprang to his feet, overturning the settle with a crash. "Tid'n no use. I must skip! Who'll dance wi' me?" He held out his hands to Mrs. Joll. She took them, and skipped once shamefacedly. Lizzie, with flaming cheeks, pushed her aside. "Leave me try, mis'ess; I shall die if I don't." She caught the preacher's hands, and the two leapt about the kitchen.
"He must be a fine fellow by this time," said Fairway. "He is a man now," she replied quietly. "'Tis very lonesome for 'ee in the heth tonight, mis'ess," said Christian, coming from the seclusion he had hitherto maintained. "Mind you don't get lost. Egdon Heth is a bad place to get lost in, and the winds do huffle queerer tonight than ever I heard 'em afore.
'I think we must tell him all that I have been doing your writing for you? lest he should not know it till after you become his wife, and it might lead to dissension and recriminations 'O mis'ess, dear mis'ess please don't tell him now! cried Anna in distress. 'If you were to do it, perhaps he would not marry me; and what should I do then? It would be terrible what would come to me!
"'Twould be more seemly in ye to stand still and welcome Mis'ess Yeobright, and you the venerablest here, Grandfer Cantle," said the besom-woman. "Faith, and so it would," said the reveller checking himself repentantly. "I've such a bad memory, Mis'ess Yeobright, that I forget how I'm looked up to by the rest of 'em. My spirits must be wonderful good, you'll say? But not always.
Breaking a key is a dreadful bodement. I wish mis'ess was home." "'Tis Cain Ball." said Gabriel, pausing from whetting his reaphook. Oak was not bound by his agreement to assist in the corn-field; but the harvest month is an anxious time for a farmer, and the corn was Bathsheba's, so he lent a hand. "He's dressed up in his best clothes." said Matthew Moon.
"Oh 'tis burned 'tis burned!" came from Joseph Poorgrass's dry lips. "No 'tis drowned!" said Tall. "Or 'tis her father's razor!" suggested Billy Smallbury, with a vivid sense of detail. "Well Miss Everdene wants to speak to one or two of us before we go to bed. What with this trouble about the baily, and now about the girl, mis'ess is almost wild."
"Hoi-i-i-i!" cried a voice from the darkness. "Halloo-o-o-o!" said Fairway. "Is there any cart track up across here to Mis'ess Yeobright's, of Blooms-End?" came to them in the same voice, as a long, slim indistinct figure approached the barrow. "Ought we not to run home as hard as we can, neighbours, as 'tis getting late?" said Christian.
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