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"I am generally a very silent chap," said I; "besides, I am too tired and sleepy to talk, even if I wished " "Sleepy," yawned the man, "then up you get, my chap I'm sleepy too I allus am, Lord love ye! theer's nowt like sleep up wi' you, my chap." Forthwith, up I clambered and, laying myself down among the fragrant hay, stretched out my tired limbs, and sighed.
As he drew near the house he found himself repeating Stringer's broad Yorkshire "What wor that lawyer-clerk chap fro' Barford Pratt doin' about theer? What reight had he to be prowlin' round t' neighbourhood o' that bridge, and at that time? Come, now theer's a tickler for somebody!"
Theer'll be no real marryin' for us yet a while. Faither can have the law of Will presently, that's all I knaw." "Trust Will to do the right thing; and mind, come what may to him, theer's allus Clem Hicks and me for friends." "Ban't likely to be many others left, come to-morrow night. But I've run away from my own thoughts to think of you and him often of late days.
"Us be faced wi' the upbringing an' edication of un. I mean him to be brought up to a power o' knowledge, for theer's nothin' like it. Doan't you think I be gwaine to shirk doin' the right thing by un', Miller, 'cause it aint so. If 'twas my last fi'-pun' note was called up for larnin' him, he'd have it." "Theer's no gert hurry yet," declared Billy.
"Hello!" cried Ted, stopping short, astonished and perturbed at his sudden victory, "I b'lieve I've done for th' owd chap." "My word," commented Joe, "if thou has thou'll be like to hear on it! That theer's Margaret Hep.'s gander; hoo thinks the world on't, hoo does."
"Theer's a look of summat stirrin' i' the place, gaffer," said Snac to one ancient of the village. "Why, yis, Mr. Eld, theer is that sort of a air about the pläas to-day," the old fellow answered, with a fine unconsciousness. "But then theer mostly is a bit of a crowd round our town pump." The crowd about the town pump consisted of one slatternly small girl and a puppy.
"Theer's sothin' comic about them theer goanners," said the old man at last. "I've seed swarms of grasshoppers an' big mobs of kangaroos, but dang me if ever I seed a flock of black goanners afore!"
"Who knows? perhaps I am, but it will pass, whatever it is, it will pass " "Don't ye be too sure o' that theer's bewitchments an' bewitchments, Peter."
But theer's no human life so long as the road to happiness, Martin. And yet " He took her hand and for a moment she did not resist him. Then little Tim's voice chimed out merrily at the stream margin, and the music had instant effect upon Chris Blanchard. She drew her hand from Martin and the next moment he saw his dead bluebells hurrying away and parting company for ever on the dancing water.
After tea Enoch took Mr. Penrose for a stroll over the moors. The sun was westering, and cool airs crept up from distant wilds, playing softly as they swept among the long grasses, and leading Enoch to say to Mr. Penrose, 'Theer's music for yo'. The great hills threw miles of shadow, and masses of fleecy clouds slowly crossed the deepening blue like white galleons on a sapphire sea.
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