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"Ay, it's true enough, my lad, that we're sadly over-borne, and worse will come of it afore long. Block-printers is going to strike; they'n getten a bang-up Union, as won't let 'em be put upon. But there's many a thing will happen afore long, as folk don't expect. Yo may take my word for that, Jem." Jem was very willing to take it, but did not express the curiosity he should have done.
'No one has melled wi' me; but a've been mellin' wi' t' gang at last. 'Thee: they niver were for pressing thee! exclaimed both the women at once. 'No! they knowed better. They'n getten their belly-full as it is.
"They'n shifted the horse-block, an' thrown the two shippons into one, an' tiled the wash-house roof." Mrs. Rigby clacked her tongue, and her daughter stared. "How did ye know about the horse-block?" she inquired, "an' how did ye guess the shippons was throwed into one? Did our Will tell you about the place?" He paused a moment, and then laughed. "Often and often.
"Beside," as the Labour Master said, "yo'd hardly believe what a difference there it i'th wark o' two men wortchin' at the same heap, sometimes. There's a great deal i'th breaker, neaw; some on 'em's more artful nor others. They finden out that they can break 'em as fast again at after they'n getten to th' wick i'th inside.
I'll be that nesh afore they'n done, I'll be fit for nought when I get about again." Leaning forward, and supporting himself on one leg, he threw open the window. The air, fresh and invigorating if keen as a knife, circled round the room, lifting his thick white hair, and making the prints on the wall flap and rustle. "That wakkens me up a bit," cried Bob; "does me good, that does.
After a moment Reuben looked up, his face working. 'I'm thinkin, Hannah, they'n roon away! It seemed to him as he spoke that such a possibility had been always in his mind. And during the past week there had been much bad blood between aunt and niece.
Thou'lt not spare 'em, John, I hope. Tell 'em our minds: how we're thinking we'n been clemmed long enough, and we donnot see whatten good they'n been doing, if they can't give us what we're all crying for sin' the day we were born." "Ay, ay! I'll tell 'em that, and much more to it, when it gets to my turn; but thou knows there's many will have their word afore me." "Well, thou'lt speak at last.
They'n screwed us down to the lowest peg, in order to make their great big fortunes, and build their great big houses, and we, why we're just clemming, many and many of us. Can you say there's nought wrong in this?" *"They'n," contraction of "they han," they have. "Well, Barton, I'll not gainsay ye. But Mr.
'He geet rheumatic fayver six year sin', when he poo'd it aat o' Green Fowd Lodge; and now he's getten welly worried to deeath by savin' it fro' that bull-terrier o' Oliver's o' Deaf Martha's. 'Ay! they'n welly done for us both this time, hevn't they, Captain? faintly said Moses, addressing the dog, and extending his hand wearily for a canine caress. 'But aar time 'll come.
Niver a one among 'em knows as he were here as far as a could mak' out. 'Thank yo', Kester, said Sylvia, falling back in her chair, as if all the energy that had kept her stiff and upright was gone now that her anxiety was relieved. She was silent for a long time; her eyes shut, her cheek laid on her child's head. Kester spoke next. 'A think it's pretty clear as they'n niver met.
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