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"'Tis nachrul as you harp on it; an', blame me, if I sees why you shouldn' go down-long. Us might ride in the cart an' no harm done." "Ay, do 'e come, theer's a dear sawl. Just to look upon the plaace " "As for that, if us goes, us must see the matter through an' give your faither the chance to do what's right by 'e."
'Tis lonesome-like now, along o' being deserted, an' you'll hear the rats galloping an' gallyarding by night, but 'twill soon be all it was again a dear li'l auld plaace, sure enough!" She eyed the desolation affectionately. "Theer's money in it, any way, for what wan man can do another can."
She laughed uproariously, raised her glass to her lips unconsciously, found it empty, grew instantly grave upon the discovery, set it down again, and sighed. "It's a wicked world," she said. "Sure as men's in a plaace they brings trouble an' wickedness. An' yet I've heard theer's more women than men on the airth when all's said." "God A'mighty likes 'em best, I reckon," declared Mr. Blee.
"I went out a long walk to think, faither." "What 'e want to think 'bout? Your plaace is to du, not to think. God'll think for 'e if 'e ax; an' the sooner you mind that an' call 'pon the A'mighty the better; 'cause the Devil's ready an' willin' to think for 'e tu. Man's eyes, an' likewise maid's, is best 'pon the ground most time. Theer's no evil writ theer.
"So Joanna's going to run our farm for us, is she?" said the head man, old Stuppeny, "that'll be valiant, wud some of the notions she has. She'll have our pläace sold up in a twelve-month, surelye. Well, well, it's time maybe as I went elsewheres I've bin long enough at this job."
"Not but what 't would be a lonesome plaace wi'out the lords of creation," conceded the widow. "Ess fay, you 'm right theer; but the beauty of things is that none need n't be lonely, placed same as you be." "'Once bit twice shy," said Mrs. Coomstock. Then she laughed again. "I said them very words to Lezzard not an hour since."
If you'll awnly give your mind to the matter an' settle it, I'll go this evenin' to wan plaace or t'other an' see the diggers," said Mary. "Sancreed for sartain. Her'll be nearer to us, an' us can see wheer she be restin' 'pon Sundays. Sancreed's best an' fittest, for she was Chirgwin all.
You keep a bold faace, an' doan't let 'em see as their sniggerin's aught more to 'e than dog-barking." "Us'll be theer in a minute," added Mr. Chirgwin, "an' I'll drive back agin by Mouzle; then you'll 'scape they she-cats. I never thot as you'd a got to stand that dressin' down in a plaace what's knawed you an' yours these many years."
"I'm forgetting all I've got to tell 'e, though I've news enough for a buke," he said. "How's Jan Grimbal, fust plaace?" "On his legs again an' out o' danger if the Lunnon doctor knaws anything. A hunderd guineas they say that chap have had! Your name was danced to a mad tune 'pon Grimbal's lips 'fore his senses corned back to un. Why for I caan't tell 'e.
"Yes, my lad; out on the watter," said the farmer; "and that med me say to mysen: What's any one doing wi' a light out on the watter at this time? and I could on'y think as they wanted it to set fire to some one's plaace, and I couldn't stop abed and think that. So I got up, and went down to the shore, got into my owd punt, and loosed her, and went out torst wheer I'd seen the light."
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