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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Any way, friends and naybours, I can wind up with something as'll commend itself to everybody: and that is by wishin' success to Passage Regatta, and askin' ye to give three cheers for Mrs Bosenna. Hip hip " "Hoo-ray! hoo-ray! hoo-ray!" The cheers were given with a will and passed down the river in rolling echoes.
It must ha' been very hard for her to die like this, axin your parden, for she wasn' one to bear pain." Another long pause. "No, she cudn' bear pain. P'raps he might ha' stood it better though o' course you acted for the best, an' thankin' you kindly. I'd as lief take her home now, naybours, if 'tis all the same."
"Lead?" "Ay, naybours all," broke in Farmer Tresidder, his bald head bedewed with sweat, "I don't want to abash 'ee, Lord knows; but 'tis trew as doom that I be a passing well-to-do chap.
"Hullo! Tut tut what is this?" exclaimed Mr Hambly. "A neighbours' quarrel, and between folks I know to be so respectworthy? . . . Oh, come now come, good souls!" "A little nigher than naybours, Minister," put in Mrs Climoe. "That is if you had eyes an' ears in your head." Nicky-Nan swung about on her: but she rested a hand on either hip and was continuing. "'Naybours, you said, sir?
"I heard tell of a man once," said Uncle Issy, "that committed murder upon another for love; but, save my life, I can't think 'pon his name, nor where 't befell." "What an old store-house 'tis!" ejaculated Elias Sweetland, bending a contemplative gaze on Uncle Issy. "Mark her pale face, naybours," put in a woman; "an' Tresidder, he looks like a man that's neither got nor lost." "Trew, trew."
But as I picked it up and handed it to en, I says, says I, 'Mr Nanjivell, I says, 'at this rate I don't wonder your not joinin'-up wi' the Reserve. . . . What's more, naybours, I don't mind admittin' to you that after the man had paid an' left, I slipped to the door an' keeked out after him an' that story of his about it bein' his rent-money was all a flam.
Sich a tiresome v'yage, too, as it must ha' been from Plymouth, i' this weather! I dunno how we came to forget to invite en nigher the hearth. Well, as I was a-sayin' " He stopped to search for his hat beneath the settle. Producing a large crimson handkerchief from the crown, he mopped his brow slowly. "The cur'ous part o't, naybours, is the sweatiness that comes over a man, this close weather."
His lips were still working. It was evident he was trying to say something. "Naybours," the words came at last, in the old dull tone; "I'd as lief you hadn' thought o' this." He paused for a moment, gulped down something in his throat, and went on "I wudn' say you didn' mean it for the best, an' thankin' you kindly. But you didn' know her. Roughness, if I may say, was never no good wi' her.
He might as well ast me to play poker and then squeal when I scooped the pile. Naybours is wan thing an' swappin' horses is another. All's fair in a horse trade, an' friends didn't orter swap horses widout they kin stand the shkinnin'. That's a game by itself.
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