I've give my Maker best scores an' scores o' times, as we all must; but truth caan't alter, an' having put thinking paarts into our heads, 't is more 'n God A'mighty's Self can do to keep us from usin' of'em." "A tremenjous thought," said Mr. Chapple. "So 't is.
Can't you answer me?" "Doan't 'e, Mister Jan; you'm hurtin' my hand. I s'pose as a sou'westerly gale be comin'. Us knaws 'em well enough in these paarts. Faither reckoned theer was dirty weather blawin' up 'fore he sailed. He was away by daylight. The gales do bring trouble to somebody most times." "What will be the end of us, I mean, not of the weather?
'Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, saith the Lard; but the beasts be truer, thanks to the wickedness o' God, who's spared 'em the curse o' brain paarts, but stricken man wi' a mighty intelligence. 'Twas a fine an' cruel act, for the more mind the more misery. 'Twas a damned act sure 'nough!
Him or her as first brings blackthorn in the house dies afore it blows again. Truth solemn us all knaws it down in these paarts. 'Tis a bewitched thing a wicked plant, an' you can see it grawin' all humpetty-backed an' bent an' crooked.
If she'm gwaine to leave un out the account altogether, he'll be worse off than the foxes. His son's gone to foreign paarts an' his darter's lyin'-in not that her husband would spare a crust o' bread for auld Lezzard, best o' times." "Trust me to do what's right. Now I'll go and see after Chris." "An' make it up with Will while sun shines on 'e.
"You 'm well pleased to come back to dear li'l Chagford after so many years of foreign paarts, I should think, Mr. Grimbal?" said Phoebe. "Ay, that I am. There's no place like Devon, in all the earth, and no spot like Chagford in Devon.
"I'm sure you've made a braave job of it. I'll read it fust thing to-morrow." "You shall hear it now." "Not now, Will; 't is so late an' I'm three paarts asleep. Come to bed, dearie." "Oh if you doan't care if it's nought to you that I've sit up all night slavin' for our gude " "Then I'll hear it now. Coourse I knaw 't is fine readin'. Awnly I thought you'd be weary."
"Why, we promised, didn't us? We'm built for each other. I knawed I'd only got to come. An' I have, at cost, tu, I promise 'e. Now we'll be upsides wi' this tramp from furrin paarts, if awnly you do ezacally what I be gwaine to tell you. I'd meant to write it, but I can speak it better as the chance has come." Phoebe's heart glowed at this tremendous change in the position.
"Axing pardon for taking up any of your time, sir," he began, "but theer'm a matter concerning a party in your business as painted a maiden here, by name o' Joan Tregenza. She weern't nobody awnly a fisherman's darter, but the picksher was said to be done in these paarts, an' I thot, maybe, you'd knaw who drawed it."
An' 'tis good for grawn people tu, awnly folks is afeared to try now 'cause t'others laugh at en. But I reckon the Madern brook's holy water still. An' theer's wonnerful things said 'bout the crick-stones an' long stones tu. A many of 'em stands round 'bout these paarts." "D'you know Men Scryfa the stone with the writing on it? That's a famous long stone, up beyond Lanyon Farmhouse."