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"And a great history on hand, too. Bump his back, shepherd." "'Tis my nater." mourned Cain. "Mother says I always was so excitable when my feelings were worked up to a point!" "True, true." said Joseph Poorgrass. "The Balls were always a very excitable family. I knowed the boy's grandfather a truly nervous and modest man, even to genteel refinery.
"Nonsense; wou'st never be so ungrateful, Joseph never!" said Coggan, expressing hurt feelings by an inflection of voice. "And mistress is looking hard at ye, as much as to say, 'Sing at once, Joseph Poorgrass." "Faith, so she is; well, I must suffer it! ... Just eye my features, and see if the tell-tale blood overheats me much, neighbours?" "No, yer blushes be quite reasonable," said Coggan.
"And she don't even let ye have the skins of the dead lambs, I hear?" resumed Joseph Poorgrass, his eyes lingering on the operations of Oak with the neces- sary melancholy. "I don't have them." said Gabriel. "Ye be very badly used, shepherd." hazarded Joseph again, in the hope of getting Oak as an ally in lamenta- tion after all. "I think she's took against ye that I do."
Though 'love' is a nasty high corner when a man's voice is getting crazed. Next verse, Master Poorgrass."
Jan Coggan, the master-shearer; the second and third shearers, who travelled in the exercise of their calling, and do not require definition by name; Henery Fray the fourth shearer, Susan Tall's husband the fifth, Joseph Poorgrass the sixth, young Cain Ball as assistant-shearer, and Gabriel Oak as general supervisor.
Matthew Moon, Joseph Poorgrass, and other carters and waggoners followed at his heels, with great lanterns dangling from their hands, which showed that they had just come from the cart-horse stables, where they had been busily engaged since four o'clock that morning. "And how is she getting on without a baily?" the maltster inquired.
"True, Henery, you do, I've heard ye." said Joseph Poorgrass in a voice of thorough attestation, and with a wire-drawn smile of misery. "'Twould do a martel man no harm to have what's under her bonnet." said Billy Smallbury, who had just entered, bearing his one tooth before him. "She can spaik real language, and must have some sense some- where. Do ye foller me?"
"A good time for one a' excellent time," said Joseph Poorgrass, straightening his back; for he, like some of the others, had a way of resting a while from his labour on such hot days for reasons preternaturally small; of which Cain Ball's advent on a week-day in his Sunday-clothes was one of the first magnitude.
"Yes," continued Joseph Poorgrass his shyness, which was so painful as a defect, filling him with a mild complacency now that it was regarded as an interesting study. "'Twere blush, blush, blush with me every minute of the time, when she was speaking to me." "I believe ye, Joseph Poorgrass, for we all know ye to be a very bashful man."
"What!" said the young farmer, opening her eyes and drawing in her breath for an outburst. Joseph Poorgrass retired a few steps behind a hurdle. "He says he shall not come unless you request en to come civilly and in a proper manner, as becomes any "woman begging a favour." "Oh, oh, that's his answer! Where does he get his airs? Who am I, then, to be treated like that?
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