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The young man thanked them very civilly, and said how 'twas a coorious come-along-of-it, and he didn't hardly know what to think of the matter even to that day. "I should reckon 'twas a bit of nonsense what I'd dreamed," he said; "but money's money, as who should know better than me? And, by the same token, I want a few words with Hyssop if she'm willing to give me ten minutes of her time."
"She've lied to me," was his answer; "she've lied oftentimes; she'm false to whatever I did teach her; she've sawld herself she've no more on it no more on it but awnly this: I call 'pon God A'mighty to bear witness she'm no Tregenza never never." "'Tweer her mother in the gal; but doan't 'e say more 'bout that, Michael.
No word or anything left?" "Nothing; an' theer's a purty strong faith she'm in the river, poor lamb. Theer's draggin' gwaine to be done in the ugly bits. I heard tell of it to the village, wheer I'd just stepped up to see auld Lezzard moved to the work'ouse. A wonnerful coorious, rackety world, sure 'nough! Do make me giddy." "Does Will know?" asked Mr. Lyddon.
"Guv a whoop, like a Government Injun," suggested "General" Nix; "an' thet'll let ther critter know thet we be friends a-comin'. Par'ps she'm g'in out ontirely, a-thinkin' as no one war a-comin' ter her resky!" "She, you say?" "Yas, she; fer I calkylate 'twern't no he as made them squawks.
"She'm a fitty maid," muttered Archelaus. "A fitty maid! Listen to the great bufflehead! She's fitty enough but with nothing to her but the clothes on her back. You've no call to be leading a maid toall yet. S'pose you was ever master of Cloom, what would you be wanting with Jenifer Keast?" "Master o' Cloom! That's plum foolishness.
Old Stephen had something to say about this, and preferred to put it as a contradiction to Keziah. "Na-ay, na-ay, wife! O'or Gwen can guess a lady, by tokens, as well as thou or I. Tha-at be the story of it. Some la-ady that's coom by ill-luck in her o'ald age, and no friend to hand. She'm gotten a friend now, and a good one!"
Vereker, sir she'm wi' my old woman, y' see, consequently she'll be right as ninepence in the morning, bless your 'eart, sir." "I doubt it, George. You see, I found her in the pine wood yonder, close beside that damnable gate in the wall." "Did ye so, sir, did ye so?" said he in altered voice.
Here he stood and spoke again, now conscious that there were people round about him. "She'm dead dead an' buried my Joan killed by the devil as drawed her theer in that picksher. As large as life; an' yet she'm under ground wi' a brawken heart. An' me, new-comed off the sea, hears of it fust thing." "It's 'Joe's Ship' he means," whispered somebody, and Noy heard him.
She'm a gude maid wi' the flowers. There's folks zeem to know the healin' in things. My mother was a rare one for that. 'Ope as yu'll zune be better, zurr. Goo ahn, therr!" Ashurst smiled. "Wi' the flowers!" A flower herself! That evening, after his supper of cold duck, junket, and cider, the girl came in. "Please, auntie says will you try a piece of our Mayday cake?"
Tchut Tchut Theer ban't no God that's what's the matter!" "Billy! How can you?" "She'm gwaine to marry t'other, arter all! From her awn lips I've heard it! That's what I get for being a church member from the womb! That's my reward! God, indeed! Be them the ways o' a plain-dealin' God, who knaws what's doin' in human hearts? No fay! Bunkum an' rot!
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