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"Found the fortun' as he were always a-lookin' for, a sack o' golden soverings, sir, an' bank-notes, Mr. Belloo, sir, bushels on 'em; enough ah! more 'n enough to pay off that mortgage, and to send that theer old Grimes about his business, an' away from Dapplemere for good an' all, sir." "So Grimes is really paid off, then, is he, Adam?"
Afterwards, when I stood on the deck, they began laughing at old Rangsley, who held forth in a thunderous voice, punctuated by hiccoughs: "They carried I aboard a cop theer lugger and sinks I in the cold, co old sea." It mortified me excessively that I should be tacked to his tail and exhibited to a number of people, and I had a sudden conviction of my small importance.
"By keepin' on'ard," said Ben, "we'll be more like to come in sight o' somethin', if there be anythin' abroad. Besides, if we lay here like a log, we'll still be in danger o' them ruffians driftin' down on us. Ye know they be a win'ard, an' ha' got theer sail set, that is, if they bean't gone back to the sparmacety, which I dar say they've done.
It 'ud seem to come in wi' the probability of things as they might have had a sort of a shortness betwixt 'em, and parted." "Theer was nobody after her here but Ezra Gold," said Sennacherib. "Nobody. I niver heard, howsever, as they got to be hintimate enough to quarrel. But as for Paganyni, that's rubbidge. The man played regular till Rachel Blythe left the parish, and then he stopped."
Many of them even brought their own beefsteak on a skewer; and paid a penny for the cooking of it. She said she always liked Manchester very well; but she had not been there for a good while. "But," said she, "ye'll hev plenty o' oatcake theer sartin." "Not much, now," replied I; "it's getting out o' fashion."
Heaven's no need to be a big plaace theer 'edn' gwaine to be no crowdin' theer. 'Tis hell as'll fill space wi' its roominess." "I be gwaine," answered Mr. Chirgwin. "Us have talked three hour by the clock, an' us ain't gotten wan thot in common. I trusts in Christ; you trusts in yourself. Time'll shaw which was right. They exchanged some further remarks in a similar strain.
"Fire!" he cried. "Hey!" cried the wheelwright. "Fire! So it is. But there's no house or stack out theer." "Only old Dave's. Father said he thought it must be his place. Come on, Dick." "But how are we to get there?" cried Dick, forgetting the feud in the excitement. "How are we to get there! Why, skate." "Will it be strong enough, Hicky?"
Lezzard died," said Phoebe. "What'll faither think then?" Will laughed bitterly. "I'll see a few's dabbed up on his awn damned outer walls, if I've got to put 'em theer myself. An' as to the lists, I'll make 'em this very night. Ban't my way to let the dust fall upon a job marked for doin'. To-night I'll draw the items." "Us was gwaine to stay along with 'e, Will," said his mother.
"Guess yew'd best keep from ahind that theer hatchway, strangers, for I'm out o' practyse, and I'm going to make a target o' that theer door." "Stand down, Tom," said Mark. "Oh, I ain't feared, sir, if you like to say keep on," cried Tom Fillot. "I know that, my lad; but I'm not going to run foolish risks."
"Why, theer he is!" said the rustic, and turning, Snac beheld Joseph Beaker at that moment shambling round the corner of the graveyard wall, followed closely by the youth of the village. The Earl of Barfield had kept his promise, and had bestowed upon Joseph a laced waistcoat a waistcoat which had not been worn since the first decade of the century, and was old-fashioned even then.
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