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Updated: June 9, 2025
He's had thoose hens mony a year; an' they rooten abeawt th' heawse just th' same as greadley Christians. He did gi' consent for one on 'em to be kilt yesterday; but aw'll be hanged iv th' owd cracky didn't cry like a chylt when he see'd it beawt yed. He'd as soon part wi' one o'th childer as one o'th hens. He says they're so mich like owd friends, neaw.
An' then, there's a great lot o' doctor's-bills i' that pot, theer. Thoose are o' for me. An' when he did goo, he wouldn't say so mich. But, aw guess it'll not last for ever."
'Mon, there's no end to some folk's pride, till they come'n to th' floor; an' then there isn't, sometimes. 'There isn't, Robert; there isn't. An' I'll tell tho what; thoose lasses o' theirs, they're as proud as Lucifer. They're donned more like mountebanks' foos, nor gradely folk, wi' their fither't hats, an' their fleawnces, an' their hoops, an' things.
'Yi, lass, I see, sobbed Mrs. Stott. 'And thoose claads, mother! See yo' haa they're goin'. And th' hills and moors? Why I con see them plainer and plainer! Haa grond they are! They're awlus theer. Them, Mr. Penrose said, stood for God's love, didn't he, mother? and them claads as are lifting for my sins. 'Yi, lass; he did, forsure.
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