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'Thou's a real good one, God bless thee! said he. 'Thou must take care of thyself, too, continued he; 'there's wraps and plenty i' th' house, and if there are not, there's those i' the shop as 'll be none the worse for once wearing at such a time as this; and wrap thee well up, and take shawls and cloaks for them, and mind as they put 'em on.
I was to get away, and this were th' regular road for the likes o' me. I 'listed there and then, took th' Widow's shillin', and had a bunch o' ribbons pinned i' my hat. 'But next day I found my way to David Roantree's door, and Jesse came to open it. Says he, "Thou's come back again wi' th' devil's colours flyin' thy true colours, as I always telled thee."
'Oh, man, dunnot find fault wi' me! I'm just fain to lie down and die, if it were not for mother. 'Ay! thy mother will be sore unsettled if thou's for quitting Haytersbank, said merciless Kester. 'I cannot help it; I cannot help it! What can I do? It would take two pair o' men's hands to keep t' land up as Measter Hall likes it; and beside
'Eh! thou's a wilfu' wench, said the proud father, giving her a great slap on her back. 'Well! set thee down to thy victual, and be quiet wi' thee, for I want to finish my tale to Philip. But, perhaps, I've telled it yo' afore? said he, turning round to question Hepburn. Hepburn could not say that he had not heard it, for he piqued himself on his truthfulness.
'Thou'd ha' been t' first t' pluck him down if he'd screeched out. 'An' a'll warrant if they come about wi' a paper asking for feyther's name to make up for what Hobbs has lost by t' fire, feyther 'll be for giving him summut, said Sylvia. 'Thou knows nought about it, said Daniel. 'Hold thy tongue next time till thou's axed to speak, my wench.
'Thou's not wear thyself out with running, Sylvie, said Philip, eagerly; 'I'll get up and go myself, or, perhaps, continued he, catching the shadow that was coming over her face, 'thou'd rather go thyself: it's only that I'm so afraid of thy tiring thyself. 'It'll not tire me, said Sylvia.
"Thou's bin laikin' agean, thou gert good-for-nowt," was her usual greeting for Job on these occasions. "Ay, ay, lass," he would reply; "I've addled nowt all t' day. But thou promised, when we wed, to tak me for better or worse; an' if t' worse wasn't t' hounds, it would happen be hosses or drink. Sithee, Mally, I've browt thee a two-three snowdrops; thou can wear 'em o' Sunday."
'I wish thou'd talk of what thou's some knowledge on, Kester, i'stead of i' that silly way, replied Sylvia. 'Then a mun talk no more 'bout women, for they're past knowin', an' druv e'en King Solomon silly. At this moment Charley stepped in. Sylvia gave a little start and dropped her ball of worsted.
"Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. "Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
"How my brain throbs!" he said; "surely you said the throbbing brain was a sign, mother; and my brain does throb." "Tut, tut! it's nobbut some maggot thou's gitten intil it." "My pulse, too, it gallops, mother. You said the galloping pulse was a sign. Don't say you did not. I'm sure of it, I'm sure of it; and my pulse gallops.
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