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'O' course, he's crossways time and again, and a devil's temper. 'You mustn't speak of your father like that, Hazel. 'What for not? He be like that. 'Are all these apple-trees yours? he asked to change the subject. 'No, they'm father's. But I get the windfa'ls and the bruised 'uns. I allus see' she smiled winningly 'as there's plenty of them. Foxy likes 'em.
"They'm marched off, ain't 'em?" said old Zebedee as, Adam having given the signal, he drew the panel of the door aside. "I've a bin listenin' to their trampin' past. Why, what's the time, lad, eh? must be close on break o' day, ain't it?" "Just about," said Adam, pushing back the shutter so that he might look out and see that no one stood near enough to overlook his descent.
"They'm laughing at us, keper, they neddies; sure enough, we'm lost our labor here." But the bloodhound, after working about the door a while, turned down the glen, and never stopped till he reached the margin of the sea. "They'm taken water. Let's go back, and rout out the old witch's house." "'Tis just like that old Lucy, to lock a poor maid into shame."
"Well, sir," he replied, "as we told Mr Howard, a few minutes ago, we can't make much out of 'em as yet; they'm too far off for that. But I've got pretty good eyes, Mr Delamere, and I think when you brings that glass o' yours to bear on 'em that you'll find one on 'em's got her r'yals stowed, while t'other has hers set.
"Why, what's the matter?" asked I, with a glance at the monk, who had drawn back a pace and stood, still silent, fingering his rosary. "The matter? Good Lord! isn't this matter enough?" Captain Jo waved an arm to include all the deck-cargo. "See them pot-plants, there, and what they'm teeled in?" "Drinking-troughs?" said I. "Or . . . is it coffins?" "Coffins it is.
I'd liefer mother the bees and foxes as none takes thought on. I dunna like babies much all bald and wrinkly. Martha said as having 'em made folk pray to die, but as it was worth anything to get one. But I dunna think so. I think they'm ugly. I think you're a cruel beast, Jack Reddin, to burn my bees, and they so comforble, knowing I was taking care on 'em.
"They'm seem to you like lights, but they be kind o' spirits," said Dave solemnly; "and they wants you to be spirits, too, and come and play with 'em, I s'pose." "But, Dave, never mind the will o' the wisps. Come on to the 'coy." "Yes, I know," cried Dick, laughing; "and you've put all new ones. I heard you tell father so, and he paid you ever so much money. He's only playing with us, Tom."
Oh, golly, golly, they'm coming," cried Vic, wild with delight; and away the two darkies went down the great staircase and into the hall, where the honors of the house were extended with astonishing elegance.
She threw out her arms and seized, but as it tottered it gave out the most soul-piercing, unearthly yell it was possible for anyone ever to hear. "They'm coming to life! They'm coming to life!" shrieked out Cherry, and from sheer fright she fell on the floor in a fit. All this noise and uproar reached the master's ears, and up he came, to know what it was all about.
"But that Bent bwoy's bin at en for months; an' a year older too," said Joan. "Iss, the bwoy's got no more'n what 'e desarved. For that matter, they Bents be all puffed up, though they'm so poor as rats, an' wi'out 'nough religion to save the sawl of a new-born babe 'mongst the lot of 'em."
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