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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Gi' me that theer book," the boy said, pointing to a small table heaped with a miscellaneous jumble of things and standing not far from him. "It's a' atlas," he added as Tembarom gave it to him. "Yo' con find places in it." He turned the leaves until he found a map of the world. "Theer's 'Meriker," he said, pointing to the United States. "That theer's north and that theer's south.
An at lasst when Jenny an I opened t' door again juist a cranny like theer he was, takin hissel off his fadther screamin afther him an he wi his Papish coat, an his head hangin as thoo there wor a load o' peaet on it an his hands crossed soa pious! Aye, theer he goes! an he may goa!" cried Polly, her face flaming as it followed the Jesuit out of sight.
No, I'd judge her as near my awn age as possible; an' to speak truth, not so well preserved as what I be." "How's Monks Barton gwaine to fare without 'e, Blee?" whined the miller. "As to that, be gormed if I knaw how I'll fare wi'out the farm. But love well, theer 't is. Theer 's money to it, I knaw, but what do that signify? Nothin' to me.
When I gived my vote to Measter Cholmley to go up to t' Parliament House, I as good as said, 'Now yo' go up theer, sir, and tell 'em what I, Dannel Robson, think right, and what I, Dannel Robson, wish to have done. Else I'd be darned if I'd ha' gi'en my vote to him or any other man. Div yo' think I'd send up Measter Cholmley to speak up for that piece o' work?
Oh, my poor lass, how hard she tried to pray fur me, Mester yes, fur me, as she lay theer wi' her arms round her dead babby's grave, an' her cheek on th' grass as grew o'er his breast. 'Lord God-a'-moighty, she says, 'help us dunnot gi' us up dunnot, dunnot. We conna do 'thowt thee now, if th' time ever wur when we could.
"He thinks he be gwaine to bide his time an' let me stew an' sweat for it," said the man moodily. "Awnly a born devil could tell such wickedness. Ban't theer no ways o' meetin' him, now you knaw? If you'd speak to faither " "What 's the use bringing sorrow on his grey hairs?" "Well, it's got to come; you knaw that. Grimbal isn't the man to forgive." "Forgive! That would be worst of all.
"I conna mak' thee out." The look that fell upon her companion's face had something of shame in it. His eyes left the mountain side and drooped upon his clasped hands. "Theer wur a lass coom to look at 'th place today," he said "a lady lass, wi' her feyther an' him. She wur aw rosy red an' fair white, an' it seemt as if she wur that happy as her laughin' made th' birds mock back at her.
"None at all; if 't wasn't for Widow Coomstock," said Gaffer Lezzard. "You 'm tu pushing theer, an' I say it even now, for truth's truth, though it be the last thing a man's ear holds." "Break it to her gentle," said Billy, ignoring the other's criticism; "she'm on in years, and have cast a kindly eye awver me since the early sixties.
An' us folks o' Market Drayton take it proud, we do, as he be come to see us afore he goes back to his duty. "Theer's a example fur you boys. Theer be limbs o' mischief in Market Drayton yet. "Ay, I see tha' 'Lijah Notcutt, a-hangin' on to winder theer. I know who wringed the neck o' Widder Peplow's turkey. "An' I see tha' too, 'Zekiel Podmore; I know who broke the handle o' town pump.
It's all theer afore me. Aw see it as plain as aw see yon moors through th' window, only it's noan green and breet wi' sunshine it's dark. 'If God forgets the past, Amanda, why should you recall it? Look out through that window again. There's a cloud just dying away on the horizon yonder. Do you see it? It is changing its colour and losing its shape, and in a moment it will be gone. Watch it!
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