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I towd tho mony a time. But thae tays no moor notis o' me nor if aw 're a milestone, or a turmit, or summat. A mon o' thy years should have a bit o' sense. "'Well, well, said Isaac, hobblin' off, 'do howd thi din, lass! I'll go an' see what ails it.
Thi mother may talk leawd, but her heart is as soft as parritch. Thae knows it, Mattie. Wat. All this is very interesting, only you see it's the wrong man, and I can't say he enjoys it. Take your hand off my collar will you? I'm not the man, I tell you! Bill. All I says is it's the same swell as guv me the skid to find her. I'll kiss the book on that! Ger. Mr.
I carried thee and suckled thee and taught thee thi prayers in that cheer, and doesn'd ta think as Him we co'd "Aar Faither" is aar Faither still? 'Happen He's yours, mother; but He's noan o' mine. 'Well, 'Manda, if thaa'rt noan His child, thaa'rt mine, and naught shall come 'tween me and thee.
At the top of the stair we hesitated and looked about with something of the feeling that I suppose the Egyptian explorer had when he looked into the furnished tomb of Queen Thi. We were at the threshold of the past. A small window at each end gave light in plenty. There was a good deal of dust, and there were some cobwebs in the corners, but these did not disturb us.
I'm proud to say that my dragon is harmless unless his steering-gear breaks and he was manufactured at the famous dragon-factory in this City of Thi. Here he comes and you may examine him for yourselves."
"The Sawhorse and I made a journey in the dark while you were all asleep, and we found over there a bigger city than Thi. There's a wall around it, too, but it has gates and plenty of pathways." "Did you get in?" asked Trot. "No, for the gates were locked and the wall was a real wall. So we came back here again. It isn't far to the city.
Our throats and stomachs are lined with solid gold, and we find the thistles nourishing and good to eat. As a matter of fact, there is nothing else in our country that is fit for food. All around the City of Thi grow countless thistles, and all we need do is to go and gather them.
Call your James will you, aunt? We must have the old man put to bed. But the poor girl looks the worse of the two! She can have the spare room, and William can sleep on the sofa in mine. Mrs. C. I'll see to it. Exit. GER. goes towards THOMAS. Tho. Coom whoam coom whoam, Mattie! Thi mother, hoo's cryin' her eighes eawt to whoam. Mat. I'll run for a doctor first, father. Tho. No, no, chylt!
He's some fond o' thi bakin', I con tell thaa. Didn't he say as when he geet wed he'd bring his missis to thee to larn haa to mak' bread? 'Yi, he did, for sure! 'And so he will, said Mr. Penrose, stepping from behind the garden bush. 'You see your husband is right, Mrs. Ashworth. I've not forgotten it is baking-day, or that I was due at your house to tea.
And then they laid th' little lad aat in th' owd chamber, and I used to creep upstairs when thi faither were in th' meadow, and talk to Billy, and ax him to oppen his een. But it wor all no use, he never glent at me agen. I never cried, lad I couldn't. I felt summat wor taan aat o' me, and the old woman laid her hand on her heart.
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