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Updated: May 11, 2025
"I hev some bitter beer i' my cellar such as I'll lay owt ye couldn't get t' likes on down yonder i' Barford no, nor i' London neyther! I'll just draw a jug." Byner submitted to this evidence of friendliness, and Pickard, after disappearing into a dark archway and down some deeply worn stone steps, came back with a foaming jug, the sight of which seemed to give him great delight.
"Say, Da," Sam persisted, "wouldn't you be sore if you was an old man robbed and turned out?" "Av coorse; but I wouldn't lose in a game of swap-horse, an' then go gunnin' after the feller. If I had owt agin him I'd go an' lick him or be licked, an' take it all good-natured. Now that's enough. We'll talk about something else." "Will you buy me another note-book next time you go to Downey's Dump?
'Hannah, are yo bad? is there owt wrang wi yo? Then his seeking eye made out a crumpled paper in her left hand, and he knew at once that it must be Davy's letter. Before he could speak again she gave him a push backward with her free hand, and said with an effort: 'Where's t' gell? 'Louie? She's left i' Manchester. A've found Davy, Hannah.
"What you heven't got, Mester Dick," said the fen-man, showing his yellow teeth. "Bit of opium or a drop o' lodolum. Nay, I don't want you to send me owt. Neighbour Hick'thrift here'll get me some when he goes over to market." Hickathrift nodded, and after a little more conversation the party returned toward the boat. "Straange and thick to-night, Mester Dick," said Dave. "Be thicker soon.
'I'll not say owt to oather on 'em, he said, pointing to the chimneys of the farm, 'till the day I bid 'em good-bye. Uncle Reuben, mebbe, ud be for givin me somethin to start wi, an Aunt Hannah ud be for cloutin tin him over the head for thinkin of it. No, I'll not be beholden to yan o' them. I've got a shillin or two for my fare, an I'll keep mysel.
She wur nowt but a desolate, homely lass, as seemt to ha' no place i' th' world, an' yet wur tender and weak-hearted to th' core. She wur allus longin' fur summat as she wur na loike to get; an' she nivver did get it, fur her brother wasna one as cared fur owt but his own doin's. But theer were one among aw th' rest as nivver passed her by, an' he wur th' mester's son.
One evening a boy presented himself to draw £l 10. According to the rules of the Penny Bank a week's notice must be given before any sum exceeding 20s. can be withdrawn, and the cashier demurred to making the payment. "Well," said the boy, "the reason's this mother can't pay her rent; I'm goin' to pay it, for, as long as I have owt, she shall hev' it."
"I don't know owt about it's being useful, sir, nor what use is to be made on it," said Pickard, "but I can tell you a bit o' truth, and you can do what you like wi' what I tell. But," he went on, lowering his voice and glancing at the door by which he had just entered, "there's another name 'at 'll have to be browt in private, like.
His delight was extreme to see the visitors, and they had hard work to extricate their ringers from his grip. "Think of you two coming to see me now! It caps owt." "Why, of course we've come to see you, Hicky," said the taller of the two. "How well you look!" "Well! Hearty, Mester Dick, bless you! and the missus too. Hearty as the squire and his lady, bless 'em.
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