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Ye don't know 'at he mayn't ha' had secret enemies; after all, he were nowt but a stranger i' t' town nobbut been here twelve year or so. How do we know owt about him? It may be summat to do wi' t' past, this here affair. I'm none going t' believe 'at there's anybody i' Hathelsborough 'ud stick a knife into him just because he were cleaning up t' town money affairs, like."
Get it down thee; it's cold enough for owt." Paul drank it. After a while Morel went to bed. He hurried past the closed door, and left his own door open. Soon the son came upstairs also. He went in to kiss her good-night, as usual. It was cold and dark. He wished they had kept her fire burning. Still she dreamed her young dream. But she would be cold. "My dear!" he whispered. "My dear!"
Morel, pouring out his tea. "An' was there no more to be got?" Turning to the clergyman "A man gets that caked up wi' th' dust, you know, that clogged up down a coal-mine, he NEEDS a drink when he comes home." "I am sure he does," said the clergyman. "But it's ten to one if there's owt for him." "There's water and there's tea," said Mrs. Morel. "Water! It's not water as'll clear his throat."
Him as has put us here expects us to show yon lass o' Stott's same as He's shown to us Hissel'. There's one bit o' readin' i' th' New Testament as noan o' yo' has had owt to say abaat I mean where th' Lord tells o' th' two debtors. Th' fust geet let off; but when he wouldn't let his mate off, it were a sore job for him.
Sibbald Hallam, my uncle, was a varry thick Churchman when he went to th' Carolinas but he married a foreigner; she had plenty o' brass, and acres o' land, but I never heard tell owt o' her religion. They had four lads and lasses, but only one o' them lived to wed, and that was my cousin, Matilda Hallam t' mother o' these two youngsters that are speaking o' coming here."
So I reckoned I'd just sit down for a bit on t' bench I'd made an' rest misen. Efter a while I gat agate once more, an' I'd ommost finished my row of potates when my fork gat howd o' summat big. At first I thowt it were happen a gert stone that I'd left i' t' grund, but it were nowt o' sort. 'Twere a potate, sure enough, but I'd niver set eyes on owt like it afore, nor thee either.
Shoo taks after her dad, that's what's wrang wi' Lizzie. A feckless gowk was Watmough; he couldn't frame to do owt but play t' fiddle i' t' sky-parlour, or sit ower t' fire eatin' fat-shives."
"Eh, she'll be back directly!" said Braithwaite, with some tact; but his look was too cunning to give the warning weight. "I've a bullet to spare for her," said I, cheerfully; "now, then, where is she?" "Gone wi' the oothers, for owt I knaw." "And where are the others gone?" "Where they allus go, ower to t' say." "Over to the sea, eh? We're getting on! What takes them there?"
She stood, shrinkingly, before him, as if she were afraid to meet his eyes; but her passionate sorrow was quite hushed and mute. 'If you heerd, said Mr. Peggotty, 'owt of what passed between Mas'r Davy and me, th' night when it snew so hard, you know as I have been wheer not fur to seek my dear niece. My dear niece, he repeated steadily.
"There's the same sort of folks there as here, Harry," she said. "Folks are the same, here and there, the wide world ower. Tak' your chance if it comes ye'll no be losin' owt ye've got the noo if ye fail. But ye'll not fail, laddie I ken that weel." Still, resolving to tak' a chance if it came was not ma way. It's no man's way who gets anywheres in this world, I've found.
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