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Updated: June 16, 2025
"I reckon I know that Thou would, if she'd plucked as much of thy whiskers out as she has o' mine." "And wives ought to obey their husbands." "Thou'll oblige me by saying so to her, and I'll be glad to know if thou likes what thou'll get." "You think she cannot be managed?" "Not without one o' th' archangels likes to try. I'll not say he wouldn't be sorry at after."
"Set me ashore at once!" he commanded, stamping his foot. "Nay, that I will not till thou promise, an' that's flat. Dear lad, listen an' consent, consent an' I swear to thee thou'll never be sorry for't." "I never heard such awful impropriety in my life. Turn back; I order you to steer back to the harbour at once!" She shook her head. "No, lad; I won't.
"An' what wilta do when t' winter storms coom?" Peregrine continued. "It's not o' thee an' thine, but o' t' yowes I's thinkin'; they'll be liggin theer for mebbe three week buried under t' snow. It's then thou'll be wantin' t' owd shipperd back, aye, an' Rover too, that can set a sheep when shoo's under six foot o' snow."
And I've a deal to tell you. 'To be sure to be sure. To think thou's been in Lunnon sin' I saw thee! well to be sure! There's a vast o' coming and going i' this world. Thou'll mind yon specksioneer lad, him as was cousin to t' Corneys Charley Kinraid? Mind him! As if he could forget him. 'Well! he's dead and gone. 'Dead! Who told you? I don't understand, said Philip, in strange bewilderment.
'Just take him this into t' ware-room; it'll put all to rights if thou'll take it to him wi' thy own hands. Sylvia looked up, and Hester then more fully saw how she had been crying. She whispered in reply, for fear of disturbing her mother, 'I don't mind anything but his speaking ill on me to mother.
"Why not?" growled feyther from his big chair in the corner. Mrs. Wainwright positively gasped. "Gaffer, thou'll noan think o' sich a thing thou as couldn't so mich as walk on Tuesday! I'm sure thou needn't be puttin' thysel' out for Martin Tyrer!" "I'm goin' as how 'tis," repeated Bob gloomily; he had been very gloomy all these days.
Sylvia, hastily wiping her tears on her apron, ran out and threw her arms round her father, as if to burst out afresh on his neck. 'Nay, nay, my wench, it's thee as mun be a comfort to mother: nay, nay, or thou'll niver hear what a've got to say.
But thou'll be wanting to see t' lass, a'll be bound. An oud man like me isn't as good company as a pretty lass. Laughing a low rich laugh over his own wit, Daniel went to the bottom of the stairs, and called, 'Sylvie, Sylvie! come down, lass! a's reet; come down! For a time there was no answer. Then a door was unbolted, and Sylvia said, 'I can't come down again.
Thou'll have to get out at a stile, I'll tell t' driver where; and thou must get over t' stile and follow t' path down two fields, and th' house is right before ye, and bid 'em make haste and lock up th' house, for they mun stay all night here. Kester 'll look after things.
They took his advice, and crept round by the lee-side of the house, under cover of the hedge. When they were out of sight, with a belt of trees between, old Dan took leave of them. "Thou'll be good to the little maid, Avice," said he. "I know thou will, or I'd never ha' let her go. But she'll be better off ay, a deal better off, she'll be. She gets put upon, she does.
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