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Ah! Wakem 'ud be fine and glad to have a son like mine, a fine straight fellow, i'stead o' that poor crooked creatur! You'll prosper i' the world, my lad; you'll maybe see the day when Wakem and his son 'ull be a round or two below you.
She should buy the kettle when Rachel's "sticks" were sold by the landlord in default of the rent. "Well, you was a good neighbor," she said. "There's a-many as 'ull miss you. Good-bye, and good luck to ye. I sha'n't say as you've left." "I shall come back," said Rachel, hoarsely, and she slipped down-stairs like a thief. She felt like a thief. For she was rich.
Ellen refused to sit in impressive idleness on the parlour sofa, not because she disapproved of idleness, but because she disapproved of the parlour and the sofa. She despised Joanna's admirers, those stout, excellent men she was so proud of, who had asked her in marriage, "as no one ull ever ask you, Ellen Godden, if you give yourself such airs."
"The Five Sisters comin' down, and the old Squire's daughter comin' 'ome!" he muttered; "They two things is like ile and water, nothin' 'ull make 'em mix. The Squire's daughter ay ay! It seems but only yeste'day the Squire died! And she was a fine mare that threw him, too, Firefly was her name. Ay ay! It seems but yeste'day but yeste'day!"
"Well, thee mustna fret beforehand, father," said Martin the younger. "Happen the captain 'ull come home and make our peace wi' th' old squire. I build upo' that, for I know the captain 'll see folks righted if he can." The Hidden Dread IT was a busy time for Adam the time between the beginning of November and the beginning of February, and he could see little of Hetty, except on Sundays.
"Why, thee thought'st Hetty war a ghost, didstna?" said Mr. Poyser to his wife, who now came back and took her seat again. "Thee look'dst as scared as scared." "It little sinnifies how I looked," said Mrs. Poyser; "looks 'ull mend no jugs, nor laughing neither, as I see. Mr. Bede, I'm sorry you've to wait so long for your ale, but it's coming in a minute.
'P'raps my cruel pa 'ull relent afore then, replied Sam, with a broad grin. 'Not I, said the elder Mr. Weller. 'Do, said Sam. 'Not on no account, replied the inexorable creditor. 'I'll give bills for the amount, at sixpence a month, said Sam. 'I won't take 'em, said Mr. Weller. 'Ha, ha, ha! very good, very good, said Mr.
Ull, if I may marry Doris?" We wa'n't lookin' for what come next, either of us; her big red face had such a hard, sullen look on it, like she knew we was sizin' her up and meant to show us she didn't give a hoot what we thought. But as Westy finishes and bows real respectful, holdin' out his hand friendly, the change come.
Ef yer Aunt Lydia gets wind on it, or ef she ever even guesses as you have all that money, everything 'ull be ruined.
But I began wi' doing with little, you see; I could live on a basin o' porridge and a crust o' bread-and-cheese. But I doubt high living and high learning 'ull make it harder for you, young man, nor it was for me." "But he must do it," interposed aunt Glegg, energetically, "whether it's hard or no.
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