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Updated: June 24, 2025
Theer's Robin o' the Carn as had a maiden to work for en. You may have heard the tale?" "No, never." "'Tis a fine tale; an' the gal had a braave time 'mongst the lil people till she disobeyed 'em an' found herself back 'mongst men folk agin. But in coorse some of them the piskeys, I mean works for men folk themselves.
"Theer's hunderds o' pounds o' gude chattels here, an' they doan't go for a penny less than they 'm worth. Because I'm down, ban't no reason for others to try to rob me. If I doan't get fair money I'll make a fire wi' the stuff an' burn every stick of it." "The valuer man, Mr. Bambridge, must be seen, an' bills printed out an' sticked 'pon barn doors an' such-like, same as when Mrs.
That's my duty now standin' stark ahead o' me. The Lard's pleased to pay all my prayers an' good livin' like this here. His will be done, an' so it shall to the dregs of it; an' if I be for the pit arter all, theer's wan livin' as gaws along wi' me." "That's worse than a fool's thot. Bide till you'm grawed cool anyways.
"Theer's a warmish bit afore us, and it's well to have summat to work on." The girl moved away slowly, her fingers still knitted and her palms turned to the ground. An inward-looking smile, called up by the music, lingered in her eyes, which were of a warm, soft brown. "Reuben," said the second-fiddle, "thee hast thy uncle's method all over.
Will laughed at this spectacle, and called his wife's attention to it, whereon Phoebe and Damaris went as far as the gate of the hayfield to win a nearer view. The gypsies, however, had already passed, but Mrs. Blanchard found time to observe the sky-blue carriage and shake her head at it. "What gwaines-on! Theer's no master minds 'mongst them people nowadays," she said.
"Ah! it's bin a struggle to keep 'em," said a poor woman once, speaking of her little flock of ten healthy hearty children. "I've noan bin able to put by much, but theer's wan thing, I've got 'em all in a buryin'-club."
The bwoats is sailin' back tu a frothin' in proper ower the lumpy water." "Then you'd best be movin'," said Mrs. Tregenza. "I judged bad-fashioned weather was comin' tu when I touched the string o' seaweed as hangs by the winder. 'Tis clammy to the hand. God save us!" she continued, turning from the door, "theer's ourn at the moorin's!
"Doan't mother I caan't stand no more on that head today. I'll dare anybody to name Providence more in my house, so long as 'tis mine. Theer's the facts to shout out 'gainst that rot. A honest, just, plain-dealin' man an' look at me." "Meantime we're ruined an' faither doan't hold out a finger." "Take it stern an' hard like me.
'If theer's an onpleasant thing to do it's best doon quickly yo mun go back and do your duty. Coom and see us when yo're passin again. An say good-bye to 'Lias. He's that wick this mornin ain't yo, 'Lias? And with a tender cheerfulness she ran across to 'Lias and told him Davy was going. 'Good-bye, Davy, my lad, good-bye, murmured the old man, as he felt the boy's strong fingers touching his.
'An then theer's nowt moor as a can remember, an your aunt ull be wearyin; an it's but reet she should know now, at wonst, abeawt t' money a've saved this four year, an t' letter to Mr. Gurney.
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