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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Bring me my jacket," he said, "an' lay it o'er my face. Theer's a bit o' a posie in th' button-hole. I getten it out o' th' missus's garden when I comn away. I'd like to howld it i' my hand if it's theer yet."
'Why, said Luke, worked up into a sort of frenzy by the very thought why, of asking you to take poor dead-and-gone missus's place! The colour mounted to Lucy Fennel's face. She cast a reproachful look on her lover, and seemed ready to cry; but woman's pride came to her aid, and she left the dairy, as if afraid to hear another of Luke's terrible words.
Why 'twas but yester'en I tried to hoe a bit, and up come the fearfullest great fiery sarpint: scared me so I heaved my hoe and laid on un' properly: presently I seemed to come out of a sort of a kind of a red mist into the clear: and there laid my poor missus's favourite hen; I had been and killed her for a sarpint!"
"Impossible, my lad; I am dripping with dye from head to foot; I should cover missus's floor with green." "So much the better. It will remind me of the fields I like so much." "Without joking, Agricola, I must speak to you immediately." "About the spy, eh? Oh, be easy; what's he to us?" "No; I think he's gone; at any rate, the fog is so thick I can't see him. But that's not it come, come quickly!
Passing by the drawing-room, where he had been on a previous occasion, they went on to a smaller apartment at the back of the house. "What room is this?" he asked, uneasily. "Missus's Purjin bodoor, sir," replied the main.
What could it mean? Natalie looked upon it in astonishment. "Where did you get this?" she asked. "My poor ole man gabe it to me, de last time I sees him, and he takes anoder like it, and say, 'Phillis, we will keep dem; dey's not quite as 'spressive as de garultypes ob missus's, but when you sees dat, you may know dat old Bingo am tinking ob you."
A can tell when a child of a Preston tak's to being proud o' their kin, by t' cut o' their nose. Now Philip's and my missus's has a turn beyond common i' their nostrils, as if they was sniffin' at t' rest of us world, an' seein' if we was good enough for 'em to consort wi'. Thee an' me, lass, is Robsons oat-cake folk, while they's pie-crust.
As soon as you've shaken yourselves dry, come up to the tower, and such fare as I can offer you I'll give it gladly." "Thank ye, sir, thank ye!" answered the crew of the boat, "we'll come by and by, if it's only to drink yours and the missus's health." Before entering the tower, the captain gave a glance over the ocean.
"La, bless me!" said Jane, and never budged. "Yes, miss. It's our missus's little girl fallen right off an i-chair, and cut her head dreadful, and smothered in blood." "La, to be sure!" And she waited steadily for more.
You mun mak' haste and get well and get out to us again. Dan Barnett arn't half the man you are among the missus's orchardses. And look here, I want my old woman home again. You mun look sharp and get well." "Yes: I hope the doctor will soon let me get up. God bless you, Hannah! You've been quite like a mother to me." "Nonsense, nonsense, boy; only a bit o' nussing. Make haste and get well again."
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