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The auld stones speaks to me solemn, though they can't talk. They'm wise, voiceless things an' brings God closer. They warm my heart somethin' braave; an' they let the gray mosses cling to 'em an' the dinky blue butterflies open an' shut their wings 'pon 'em, an' the bramble climb around theer arms.
I asked because I meant to give out a bit of a warning agen the danger of delay. Theer's not alone the danger of it, but sometimes the cruelty of it. It's hard for a young woman as has been encouraged to set her heart upon a man, to be kept waitin' on the young man's pleasure. You see, lad, they'm tongue-tied.
"Let me have the last nine drops, Polly; they'm good for the heartache, an' mine's more'n common sore to-night." Mary sighed, opened her mouth to preach a sermon, but shut it without a word. She drained the teapot into Joan's cup, and then, from a bright mood for her, relapsed into cold silence.
These she put in a jug of water and planted boldly upon the dinner-table as Mrs. Tregenza brought out a pie. "Butivul, sure 'nough," said Mr. Chirgwin, drawing in his chair. His eye was on the pie-dish, but Joan thought he referred to her bouquet. "Lard! what'll 'e do next? Take they things off the table to wance, Joan." "But Uncle Thomas sez they'm butivul," she pleaded.
The lame man answered cautiously: "I shouldn't like to say rightly that 't was there. 'Twas in my mind as 'twas there." "What do you make of it?" The lame man lowered his voice. "They du zay old master, Mist' Narracombe come o' gipsy stock. But that's tellin'. They'm a wonderful people, yu know, for claimin' their own. Maybe they knu 'e was goin', and sent this feller along for company.
I cudn't stand it, I cudn't, to be drunk from mornin' to night and from night to mornin'." "And is he one of this sort?" exclaimed Reuben in horror. "Why, are her relations like that?" "They'm all tarred with the wan brush, I reckon," replied Triggs. "If not, they cudn't keep things goin' as they do: 'tis the drink car'ies 'em through with it.
Hazel was too wrathful for consideration. 'You look right tidy in that gownd, Abel said. 'I 'spose you'll be wearing it to the meeting up at the Mountain? 'What meeting? 'Didna I tell you I'd promised you for it to sing? They'm after me to take the music and play. Hazel forgot everything in delight. 'Be we going for certain sure? she asked. 'Ah! Next Monday three weeks. 'We mun practise.
It's all wan to a dead corpse whether 'tis took to the yard in a black hearse wi' plumes, same as what us shall be, or whether 'tis borne 'pon wan o' them four 'anded stretchers used for carryin' fishin' nets, same as poor Albert Vallack was a while back but wan way's proper an' t'other 'edn'." "They'm savin' the money for the feed.
Laws, they'm two thrussels wi' one worm, and no mistake. 'And yet she's only a bit of a thing, you tell me? 'Ah! But she'm all on wires, to and agen like a canbottle. 'Why canna she bide with the minister? 'Lord only knows! It's for 'er good, and for the maister's and yours, not to speak of mine. It's werrit, werrit, all the while, missus, and the fingers in the tea-caddy the day long!
"A creature that likes hurting others." The little boy scowled. "They'm only dead rabbets, what us eats." "Quite right, Nick. I beg your pardon." "I can skin frogs, tu." But Ashurst had become absent. "God bless us all, and Mr. Ashes!" And puzzled by that sudden inaccessibility, Nick ran back to the stream where the giggling and shouts again uprose at once.
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