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"I reckon I hev," said the weaver, with a look of self-satisfaction. "Did Ralph understand it?" asked Monsey. "Not he, schoolmaister. If he did, I could mak' nowt on him, for I asked him theer and then." "But ye knows yersel' what the warrant meant, don't ye?" said Reuben significantly.
"Oh, it's a gander reet 'nough. But I thought it were a goose to begin wi'. It were the biggest o' th' clutch, an' the prattiest, an' so I called it Victoria, an' it geet to know th' name, an' to coom when I called it eh, it 'ud coom runnin' up an' croodle down aside o' me, turnin' its yead o' one side that knowin'! Eh, dear, theer never was sich a bird.
He did not see me at first, and I was almost inclined to think it best to leave him alone; but as I half turned away he stirred with something like a faint moan, and then lifted his head and saw me standing in the bright, clear moonlight. "Who's theer?" he said. "Dost ta want owt?" "It is only Doncaster, Hibblethwaite," I returned, as I sprang over the low stone wall to join him.
"Theer, lads," said Dave, coolly resuming his jacket, "you can pitch 'em all into the baskets, all the sizable ones, and put all the little ones back into the watter. I'll throost the punt back, so as young Tom Tallington can get some dry clothes."
"Ay, no one, o' course, so Jacob sawed her i' two one day, and we set her oop theer i' the garden for a summer-hoose, and Jacob painted her green. I say, Mester Dick, ony think," added Hickathrift, laughing violently. "Think what? Don't laugh like that, Hicky, or you'll shake your head off." "Nay, not I, my lad; but it do mak' me laugh." "What does?" "Jacob's married!" "No!"
"But," said Barnabas in frowning perplexity, "I don't understand. How did he get hold of the letter?" "Lord, sir, 'ow do I know that? But get it 'e did 'e likewise broke the seal." "But why?" "Vell now, first, it's a love-letter, ain't it?" "Why I " "Werry good! Now, sir, might that theer letter be making a app'intment come?" "Yes, an appointment for to-morrow evening." "Ah!
You'm in the Lard's hand, an' it becomes 'e to sing small, an' remember what your life's bin." The other grew uneasy and his voice faltered while he still fought for a happy eternity. "I'd felt like 'twas all right arter what mother read." "Not so. God's a just God 'fore everything. Theer ed'n no favorin' wi' Him.
When a man goes so deep into his heart as what Will have before me this minute, doan't become no man to judge un, or tell 'bout selfishness. Us have got to save our awn sawls, an' us must even leave wife, an' mother, and childer if theer 's no other way to do it. Ban't no right living ban't no fair travelling in double harness wi' conscience, onless you've got a clean mind.
"Why, so 't is; but I've weighed the subject in my mind for years and years, an 't wasn't till Mary Coomstock comed to be widowed that I thought I'd found the woman at last. 'T was lookin' tremendous high, I knaw, but theer 't is; she'll have me. She 'm no young giglet neither, as would lead me a devil's dance, but a pusson in full blooth with ripe mind." "She drinks.
Do 'e think waitin' 's sweeter for me than for you?" Then he calmed down again, sighed, returned the caress, touched her, and stroked her breast and shoulder with sudden earthly light in his great eyes. "It 's hard to wait." "That's why I say doan't lose chances that may mean a weddin' for us, Clem. Theer 's so much hid in 'e, if awnly the way to bring it out could be found."
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