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Thou's fretting because Antony wants to go into business, and to get hold o' as much gold and honor as iver he can put his hands on. Now suppose he wanted to spend a' t' money he could get hold of, and to drag thy old name through t' mire o' jockey fields and gambling houses, and t' filth that lies at t' month o' hell. Wouldn't that be worse?" "Ay, it would."
'I could make surer nor anybody else; they'd maybe not mind yon woman Phoebe d'ye call her? 'Nay, mother, said Sylvia, 'thou's not fit to go. 'Shall I go? asked Philip, hoping she would say 'no', and be content with Phoebe, and leave him where he was. 'Oh, Philip, would yo'? said Sylvia, turning round. 'Ay, said Bell, 'if thou would take it they'd be minding yo'.
I make account of riches only for thee; that I may be able to get thee whativer thou's a fancy for, for either thysel', or thy mother. She lifted her pale face from her pillow, and put up her lips to kiss him for these words. Perhaps on that day Philip reached the zenith of his life's happiness. The first step in Philip's declension happened in this way.
'There's niver a one been so impudent, said Sylvia, reddening and tossing her head a little; 'I'd like to see 'em try me! 'Well, well! said Kester, wilfully misunderstanding her meaning, 'thou mun be patient, wench; and if thou's a good lass, may-be thy turn 'll come and they 'll try it.
'Thou's seen it many a time and oft, lass. But weren't thou surprised to find Charley here? We picked him up at Shields, quite by surprise like; and when Brunton and me said as we was comin' here, nought would serve him but comin' with us, for t' see t' new year in. It's a pity as your mother's ta'en this time for t' fall ill and want yo' back so early.
"Eh, Jael, thou's gotten a prize." "Not as I know of." "I do adore a dark young man." "So do I; but this one is not mine." "I'll take his word before thine. Why, he calls thee his lass in his very letter." "Not he. Show me his letter." "What will ye give me?" "Nay, Patty, pray show it me." "Well, and so I will." She brought her the letter.
I make account of riches only for thee; that I may be able to get thee whativer thou's a fancy for, for either thysel', or thy mother. She lifted her pale face from her pillow, and put up her lips to kiss him for these words. Perhaps on that day Philip reached the zenith of his life's happiness. The first step in Philip's declension happened in this way.
'Thou'll niver tell me this hasn't been brewin' longer nor twelve hours; thou's a sly close chap, and we hannot seen thee this se'nnight; thou'll ha' been thinkin' on this, and cogitating it, may-be, a' that time. 'Nay, said Philip, 'I knew nought about it last night; it's none o' my doing, going, for I'd liefer ha' stayed where I am.
'Mother, broke in Sylvia again, 'I'll just go and get t' lantern out of t' shippen, and go up t' brow, and mebbe to t' ash-field end. 'Do, lass, said her mother. 'I'll get my wraps and go with thee. 'Thou shall do niver such a thing, said Sylvia. 'Thou's too frail to go out i' t' night air such a night as this. 'Then call Kester up. 'Not I. I'm noane afraid o' t' dark.
"I've telt thee afore thou'rt yan of the wise asses. What do you mean by sell?" "I reckon you know when strangers in the street can tell me." The blacksmith coiled himself up in his gloomy reserve and stared into the fire. "Oh, thou's heard 'at yon man's in Doomsdale, eh?" Joe grunted something that was inarticulate. "I mean to hear the trial," continued Mrs. Garth, with a purr of satisfaction.
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