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The fight begins again so soon as ever 't is awver again and again and again, 'cordin' to the workin' years of a man's life. Then he turns on his back for gude an' all, an' takes his rest, wheer theer's no more seasons, nor frost, nor sunshine, in the world under." "You'm glumpy, dear heart. What's amiss? What's crossed 'e? Tell me, an' I lay I'll find a word to smooth it away.
The little old maid did not discover that she had been crying until Reuben's solo was over, and then she wiped her eyes composedly and turned to renew her conversation with Ferdinand. "Ah!" said Fuller, expelling a great sigh when Reuben laid down his bow upon the table, "theer's a tone! That's a noble instrument, Mr. Gold."
I'd kape sober all my life ef it was awnly t' spite yo'. An' I'll maake 'er 'appy. For I rackon theer's noothin' I could think on would spite yo' moor. Yo' want mae t' marry 'er t' poonish 'er. I knaw." "That'll do, Greatorex," said Rowcliffe. "Ay. It'll do," said Greatorex with a grin of satisfaction. He turned to Alice, the triumph still flaming in his face. "Yo're nat afraaid of mae?"
"I see what you mean, uncle. I hadn' thot o' she just then. Iss fay, you'm right theer. Ban't no work o' mine to tell 'bout her." She hesitated, and the old man spoke again. "I s'pose that a bit o' prayer wouldn' shaw light on it eh, Polly? Wi'out gwaine to Sancreed. The Lard knaws your fix better'n what any words 'ud put it clear to passon. An' theer's yourself tu.
"Oughts are noughts, onless they've strokes to 'em," declared Billy. "'Tis a poor lookout, for he'm the sort as buys experience in the hardest market. Then, when it's got, he'll be a pauper man, with what he knaws useless for want o' what's spent gettin' it. Theer's the thought o' Miss Phoebe, tu, Mrs. Blanchard, I should say. Caan't see her biding up to Newtake nohow, come the hard weather."
"Nay," said the constable with a little laugh; "if theer's going to be any credit for takkin of 'em, I mean to hev it, and not give it over to someone else." "Pish!" ejaculated the squire angrily; "come along! The man knows nothing." "Mebbe not," said the constable with a sneer.
Something out of the ordinary routine had plainly occurred, for the whole place was in confusion. There was a crowd of hands grouped about one corner of the yard, and as I came in a man ran against me, and showed me a terribly pale face. "I ax pardon, Mester Doncaster," he said in a wild hurry, "but theer's an accident happened. One o' th' weavers is hurt bad, an' I'm goin' fur th' doctor.
The lower the scale the less the feelin'. Stands to rayson, that does. I mek no manner of a doubt as he's got Scripter for it." "Lower in the scale of natur', Mr. Eld?" said Gold, turning his ascetic face and mournful eyes upon Sennacherib. "Theer's two things," returned Sennacherib, "as a man o' sense has no particular liking to.
Come, now! theer's a tickler for somebody." "He telled that," exclaimed several voices. "He had business i' t' place. He had some papers to 'liver." "Then why didn't he go t' nearest way to t' house t' 'liver 'em?" demanded Stringer. "T' shortest way to t' house fro' t' railway station is straight up t' carriage drive not through them plantations. I ax agen what wor that feller doin' theer?
Theer's nought squenches a chap like havin' the bailiffs in." "Cruel luck! I'd meant to let him be sold out for his gude but now." "Do what you meant to. Doan't go back on it. 'Tis for his gude. 'Twas his awn mistake. He tawld me the blame was his. Let un get on the bed rock. Then he'll be meek as a worm." "I doubt it. A sale of his goods will break his heart." "Not it!
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