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"But I isn't rid o' she, Davy," he groaned, "an' that's what's troublin' the twins an' me. I isn't rid o' she, for I've heared tell she've some l'arnin' an' can write a letter." "Write!" cried I. "She won't write." "Ah, Davy," sighed the skipper, his head falling over his breast, "you've no knowledge o' women. They never gives in, lad, that they're beat. They never knows they're beat.
I been thinkin' I'd as lief take the skiff an' go fetch her home." "Go the morrow, Tom," said I. "I was thinkin' I would, Davy, by your leave. Not," he added, hastily, "that I'm afeared she've come t' harm. She's too scared o' hell for that. But I'm troubled. An' I'm thinkin' she might want a chance home." He rose. "Tom," said I, "do you take Timmie Lovejoy an' Will Watt with you.
They're t' fetch the wrecked folk there. Make haste, lad! She've been left alone." I ran up the path to our house. It was late in the night. My mother and I sat alone in her dim-lit room. We were waiting both waiting. And I was waiting for the lights of the returning punts. "Davy!" my mother called. "You are still there?" "Ay, mother," I answered. "I'm still sittin' by the window, lookin' out."
"Look here," he said, tapping his stick sharply on the floor; "as it happens, I didn' come here to lose my temper nor to talk about your conduct leastways, not that part of it. 'Tis about your granddaughter. She've been stealin' my wood." "Liz?" "Yes; I caught her in my yard at nine o'clock last night. No mistakin' what she was after. There, in the dark she was stealin' my wood."
Salathiel, this is too bad! Leave me with this gentleman, S." And the clerk disappeared. "Sir," he said, "I know how you came by this; the Count de Pinto gave it you. It is too bad! I honor my parents; I honor THEIR parents; I honor their bills! But this one of grandma's is too bad it is, upon my word now! She've been dead these five-and-thirty years.
Baverstock, nor yet to Dick, but I shouldn't wonder at all if Tilly Ann was to follow her mother afore very long, pore little maid." "Ah! they do say as when a young mother be took like that, as often as not she'll keep on a-callin' and a-callin', till the pore little thing she've a-left behind fair withers away."
And, still bending down, Gyp asked: "And how is your lodger the young lady I sent you?" "Well, ma'am, she's very young, and these very young ladies they get a bit excited, you know, at such times; I should say she've never been " With obvious difficulty he checked the words, "to an 'orse before!" "Well, you must expect it. And her mother, she's a dreadful funny one, miss. She does needle me!
'Bless you, no, sir; she's 'ale and 'earty. Cook says she's sure she've fell out with some one. That's her way; she takes to bed when she've fell out with any one. It makes them repent of their sins. A soft grey mist lay over land and sea. The church and vicarage were grey and wet.
"'But perhaps she never showed herself when these awful people were here, but took to flight until they left. "'You didn't never know her, miss. The brave she was! She'd have stood up to lions. She've been here all the while: and only to think what her innocent eyes and ears must have took in! There was another couple Mrs. Carkeek sunk her voice.
He'll get money and marry you, won't he, when his aunt, Mrs. Coomstock, dies?" "No; I thought so tu, an' hoped it wance; but Clem says what she've got won't come his way. She's like as not to marry, tu there 'm a lot of auld men tinkering after her, Billy Blee among 'em." Sounds arose from beneath. They began with harsh and grating notes, interrupted by a violent hawking and spitting.
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