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Hard hitting was the feature of his own style, and he exacted it from others. "Lord, sir, that's a turble poor poonch for an eleven-stone man!" he would cry. "Thou wilt have to hit harder than that afore t' Master will know that thou art theer. All, thot's better, mon, thot's fine!" he would add, as his opponent lifted him across the room on the end of a right counter.
T' Maister's finisher, they ca' it at t' works. It's a turble blow when it do come home." "Thank you, my boy. This is information worth having about his sight," said Wilson. "How came you to know so much? Who are you?" "I'm his son, sir." Wilson whistled. "And who sent you to us?" "My mother. I maun get back to her again." "Take this half-crown." "No, sir, I don't seek money in comin' here.
"The man shifted his gaze to me slowly and solemnly. "'Nowt, nowt, said he; 'but a turble monster, like a pram stuck in jelly. "I laughed, and went to his side. The fog, as I have said, was dense and bright, and one could see into it a little way, as into a milky white agate. But now and again a film of it would pull thin, and then sunlight came through and made a dim radiance of the ice.
"'Thic 'ere geranum's broke, Willum; but ef yu tuke it vor cuttings, zo vast's iver yu cude, 'twon't take no yarm, Willum. Yu zee as how us du take a turble interest. Ah! 'tis arl I can du tu putt oop wi' 'un; carling a man from's tea, tu tark zuch vamous vule's tark." Lady Mary was not much less weary than the gardener and coachman of the old sisters' habits of criticism.
"He's only just arrived from London, and he's walked all the way from Brawnton." "'Tain't but a stip vur a vine vellar like 'ee, and wi' a vine maiden like yu du be grown, var tu kip 'ee company," said Happy Jack. "But 'ee'll be in a yurry tu git tu Barracombe, and refresh hisself, in arl this turble yeat. When the zun du search, the rain du voller."
Why did you let her go like that? Think of it! What's to become of her away in foreign parts with a man who ain't her husband ... my liddle Ellen ... oh, it's turble turble " Her speech suddenly roughened into the Doric of the Marsh, and she sat down heavily, dropping her head to her knees. "Joanna don't, don't ... don't take on, Jo." He had not seen her cry before, and now she frightened him.
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