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But at length she had for t' go where she came fro' back to Keswick workhouse: and when last I heerd on her she were chained to th' great kitchen dresser i' t' workhouse; they'd beaten her till she were taught to be silent and quiet i' th' daytime, but at night, when she were left alone, she would take up th' oud cry, till it wrung their heart, so they'd many a time to come down and beat her again to get any peace.
If it were the deuce's own scribble, and yo' axed me to read in it for yo'r sake, and th' oud gentleman's, I'd do it. Whatten's this, wench? I'm not going for to take yo'r brass, so dunnot think it. We've been great friends, 'bout the sound o' money passing between us. 'For the children for Boucher's children, said Margaret, hurriedly. 'They may need it. You've no right to refuse it for them.
We talked of music and he was regretting the decline of a taste for Bach, when he happened to shift the basket to the other arm. "What have you there?" I asked. And here is the answer: "Oh, noddings noddings but dynamite. I vas going up on der hill to blow me some stumps oud." And I suddenly bethought me of an engagement at the village.
He got away from the dressing tent without arousing the suspicions of the constable's assistants. The drum was hoisted to the top of a moving wagon at some distance. Andy was rather crowded and short of breath, but he lay quiet and serene as the wagon started up. They must have traveled four miles before the musician's welcome invitation to "come oud" followed a second removal of the drum head.
She went on, desperately: "Yes, papa, I got to talk it oud with you. You had ought to listen, 'cause I always been a good wife to you and nefer refused you notings. No." "Well, I aint saying I done it 'cause you been bad to me; everybody knows we aint had no trouble." "But everybody what don't know us, when they read how you tried to kill yourself in the papers, they think it was me.
Yes, at night ven I vas all alone I used to think like dat. Everyding vas so oopside down und so inside oud. Vat's de use of living und vy go on drinking beer und becoming a vorse und bigger bum? "Yes, it goes like dat. Ven I vas rich und happy und had my factory und my vife und children und horses und fine house I used to think vat a fine place the vorld vas und how simple it vas to be happy.
A's been t' queen! A'se ta'en Donkin on t' reet side, an' he'll coom in to-morrow, just permiskus, an' ax for work, like as if 't were a favour; t' oud felley were a bit cross-grained at startin', for he were workin' at farmer Crosskey's up at t' other side o' t' town, wheer they puts a strike an' a half of maut intil t' beer, when most folk put nobbut a strike, an t' made him ill to convince: but he'll coom, niver fear!
"Look oud for dese har biscuits!" exclaimed his partner, anxiously. "Oh, hang the biscuits!" was Charlie's hasty answer. "I'll watch 'em. Why didn't you?" "Ay tank Ay fergit hem." "Well, you don't want to forget. A feller forgot his clothes once, an' he got froze." "Ay gass dose faller vas ketch in a sbring snowstorm. Vas dose biscuits done, Sharlie?"
An' who mon you be that donna know that the oud lady up at Houghton is giving a grand blow-out to her gran'child, Lord Hope's daughter, an' to Lady Hope, as people thought she would never abide in her sight?" "And is Lord and Lady Hope at the castle?"
'Thou'll be belated on these fells, if thou doesn't tak' heed, shouted some one. Philip looked abroad to see whence the voice proceeded. An old stiff-legged shepherd, in a smock-frock, was within a couple of hundred yards. Philip did not answer, but staggered and stumbled towards him. 'Good lork! said the man, 'wheere hast ta been? Thou's seen Oud Harry, I think, thou looks so scared.
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