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"Well, if I'd ever ha' thowt that I war coomin' to Lunnon to put myself and my party oonder the heel o' Muster Harry Wharton, I'd ha' stayed at home, I tell tha," cried Wilkins, slapping his knee.
But old Jackson, our master, thowt a lot of 'em, and so did the passon down at Marsland. An his father an mother well, they thowt he was going to make all their fortunes for 'em. There was a scholarship or soomthin o' that sort an he was to get it an go to college, an make 'em all rich. They were just common wheelwrights, you understand, down on t' Whinthorpe Road. But my word, Mr.
They wor coomin to spend Sunday wi us, an it wor an excursion train I niver knew t' reets on 't! She paused and gently wiped away her tears. Her passion had all ebbed. 'An I thowt if I cud ha got 'em home an buried 'em, Davy, I could ha borne it better. But they wor aw crushed, an cut about, an riddlet to bits they wudna let me ha em. And so we kep it fro 'Lias.
The eternal thunder of the rain was all about them; the clamor of the gale above; and far beneath, the roar of angry waters. Once, in a lull in the storm, the Master turned and looked back into the blackness along the path they had come. "Did ye hear onythin'?" he roared above the muffled soughing of the wind. "Nay!" Andrew shouted back. "I thowt I heard a step!" the Master cried, peering down.
Rollston is below, and asked if you was gone. I thowt as likely she was a-wantin' to see you again, if you don't mind, though she didn't really ask for you. Will you be pleased to come down?" "Yes indeed!" cried Hope. "Where did I put that umbrella? Oh, I remember! It's tied to the steamer trunk. We may as well take our luggage all down, as we go so soon."
Aa've often thowt so, i' my aan preachin. Heaven an hell are verra well for t' foak as are ower good, or ower bad; bit t' moast o' foak are juist a mish-mash." He shook his head slowly, and then ventured a glance at Miss Fountain to see whether he had appeased her. Laura seemed to rouse herself with an effort from some thoughts of her own. "Daffady how the sun's shining! I'll go out.
"She stirs a little, an' gives a moan like a dyin' child; and then she lifts up her wan, brokenhearted face, an' stretches out both her hands to me. "'Tim, she says, 'dunnot hate me, lad, dunnot. I thowt he wur dead long sin'. I thowt 'at th' Rooshans killed him an' I wur free, but I amna. I never wur. He never deed, Tim, an' theer he is the mon as I wur wed to an' left by.
'Sithee Dad ! an' he lift' hissen up, catches at th' floatin' sun shine, laughs at it, and fa's back dead, Mester. "I've allus thowt 'at th' Lord-a'-moighty knew what He wur doin' when he gi' th' woman t' Adam i' th' Garden o' Eden. He knowed he wur nowt but a poor chap as couldna do fur hissen; an' I suppose that's th' reason he gi' th' woman th' strength to bear trouble when it comn.
A perch it was a fine one with ruddy fins and boldly-barred sides, and, though fine for his kind, less than three pounds in weight. "I thowt that was what he was," said Dave, laughing, "when I sin him skim that theer blether along. Pop him in the basket, lads, and let's get all the rest of the liggers out, or we shall make a poor time of it."
Two or three times we fancied we war watched, for we heard the snapping of twigs, and sounds in the thick swamp jungle ahead; but I reckon they thowt better of it when they saw two rifle-barrels peeping out from the sacks on each side, and saw we war ready for a tussle.
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