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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Let me look at you, Joan close very close so close that I can feel your breath. It was so easy to learn the furze; it is so hard to learn you." "Sure I've comed out butivul in the picksher." "Not yet, not yet." He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes until she grew nervous and brushed her hand across her cheek.
Then your faither his God do sit everlastingly alongside hell-mouth, an' laugh an' girn to see all the world a walkin' in, same as the beasts walked in the Ark. Theer's another picksher of a God for 'e; but mark this, gal, they be lying prophets lying prophets both!
Theer'll never be no tears nor trouble in her eyes; she'll bring 'e a name, an' bide purty an' an' I hates the picksher now, so I do." Barron listened with considerable interest to these remarks. There was passion in Joan's voice as she concluded, and her emotion presently found relief in tears.
"I've downed Matthew Bent, Joan! Ten fair rounds, then he gived up." "Fight, fight, fight 'tis all you think of," said his parent, while Joan poured congratulations on the conqueror. "'Tweer bound to come arter the football, when he played foul, an' I tawld en so. Now, we'm friends." "Be he bruised same as you?" "A sight worse; he's a braave picksher, I tell 'e!
There was that in the pump-man's eyes the carpenter stepped to the big man's shoulder. "Listen to me. This man's no innercent. I've seen his picter somewheres." "An' he'll see something of me in a minute, an' more than a picksher. Go away!" The boson shoved the carpenter aside.
"Was theer anything else as shawed anything 'bout en?" "No awnly a picksher of a ship he painted for her. I burned that tu; an' I'd a burned his money if I could. He painted her I knaw that much. She tawld us wan night a gert picksher near as large as life. He took it to Lunnon for a shaw, I s'pose." "I'd think of en no more if I was you, Joe," said Uncle Chirgwin.
"Bless you, it couldn't rain today, with Miss Norah comin' home!" "I don't believe, meself, that Providence 'ud 'ave the 'eart," said Mrs. Brown. "Picksher them now, all flyin' round and gettin' ready to start, and snatchin' a bite of breakfast " "If I know Master Jim 'twill be no bite he'll snatch!" put in Mick. "Well, all I 'ope is that the 'otel don't poison them," said Mrs. Brown darkly.
The lightnin' do shaw us the land on our lee, An' do point to the plaace wheer our bodies shall drown When the bwoat gaws down from under. "Ha, ha, ha, missis! So you'm aboard, eh? Well, 'tis a funny picksher you makes, an' if tweern't murder an' hell-fire to do it, blamed if I wouldn't thraw 'e out the ship.
I am no worse rather better if anything, now I come to think about it. Your Cornish air is kind to me, and when the sun shines I am happy." "How be the picksher farin'?" "I get on well, I think." "'Tis cruel clever of 'e, Mister Jan. An' you'll paint me wi' the fuzz all around?" "That is what I hope to do; a harmony in brown and gold."
Thank God, I'm not a parent to my knowledge; but 'tis a difficult calling in life, an' a young maiden gal, purty as a picksher, be a heavy load to a honest mind." "So I find it," said the miller. "You've forbid Will lock, stock, and barrel therefore, of coourse, she 's no right to think more of him, to begin with," continued the old man. It was a new idea.
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