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"Well, mum," he said, "I s'pose it's the will o' th' Almighty as we is brought into the world, and I don't say nothin' agin it 'tisn't my place but it do come over me powerful at times, wen I sees all the vexin' as folks has to go through, as God A'mighty might 'a found somethin' better to do with His time; not as I wants to find no fault with His ways, which is past finding out," added the gravedigger, falling to work again.
Her voice had begun again. "It really isn't any good," it said. "What isn't?" "Your hanging about like this. It won't help you. It won't, really. You don't know Winny." "I say, did she ask you to tell me that?" "Not she! 'Tisn't likely. And if she did, you don't suppose I'd let on. I'm giving you the straight tip. I'm telling you what I know about her. I'm her friend, else I couldn't do it."
"Don't say such dreadful words, Joel," put in Polly, nervously, stopping to pick up her spool of basting thread that was racing away all by itself; "tisn't nice." "Tisn't worse than to wish you'd got things you haven't," retorted Joel. "I don't believe you'd light 'em all at once," he added, incredulously.
Agatha's cheek flushed with expectation. Anne grew very white. "Now, Mrs. Harper, you need not be so hasty 'tisn't your husband. A great blessing if it were. All the town is crying shame on him for staying away so long." Agatha threw a furious look at her sister, and dragged Miss Valery along, nor stopped till she saw the latter could hardly breathe or stand. "Stay, my child.
All right, my boy," agreed Squire Cady. "'Tisn't the fashion to marry young nowadays, I know, though 'twas the fashion in my day. Not a wedding! What then?" Then Chamberlain set to work to tell his story.
'Well, it's all one, said Mrs. Irons, gaping from the other window, and sobering rapidly; 'if 'tisn't to-day, 'twill be to-morrow, I suppose; and at any rate 'tis a sin and shame to leave any poor crature in this miserable taking, not knowing but he might be drownded or worse dear knows it would not be much trouble to tell his wife when the gentleman wanted him and sure for any honest matter I'd never say against it.
"You dear little fatherless children," she whispered, throwing her arms around them both, and dropping tears and kisses on their faces. "O, I can't, I can't bear it," cried Grace; "my own dear papa, that I love best of any one in all the world!" Horace ran to his mother, and throwing himself on the bed beside her, buried his face in the pillows. "O, ma! I reckon 'tisn't true.
"Yes, I am Gertrude, but please let me go;" and, at the same time, Adams hurried up, as if he thought her being kidnapped, but his aspect changed at the glad cry, "Ha! Adams' how are you? Are they all well?" "'Tisn't never Master Harry! Bless me!" as Harry's hand gave him sensible proof; "when we had given you up for lost!" "My father well?" Harry asked, hurrying the words one over the other.
"'Tisn't over yet," said Dick. The Rajputs were coming out for the last chukker with their first and fastest ponies that had rested through the game; and they were smiling. Utirupa had said something that was either a good joke or else vastly reassuring.
'Tisn't just a matter o' courage to follow these precipice trails: it's temperament! 'Tis something in the pit o' the stomach! A mind one of our best engineers; he could meet Chinese navvies with their knives out: couldn't cross one of the precipices to save his life without blinders like a horse: we had to blindfold him so he wouldn't know till he'd crossed. How deep do you call it here?"
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