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But she's gone on denying she's had a child from first to last. These poor silly women-things they've not the sense to know it's no use denying what's proved. It'll make against her with the jury, I doubt, her being so obstinate: they may be less for recommending her to mercy, if the verdict's against her. But Mr. Irwine 'ull leave no stone unturned with the judge you may rely upon that, Adam."
"Oh, there you are!" said Walden "Well, now what's going to be done?" "Nothin's goin' to be done;" rejoined Bainton stolidly, with his usual inscrutable smile; "Unless m'appen Spruce is 'avin' every bone broke in his body 'fore we gets there. Ye see, he ain't got no written orders like, and mebbe Leach 'ull tell him he's a liar and that Miss Vancourt's instructions is all my eye!"
But there came a lawyer's letter and fifty pounds and that was to be the last, they said. So when Mr. Sabin died, I said I'd come over and see for myself. But I'm ill you see and John's a fool and I must find some one as 'ull tell me what to do. If you're a gentleman living here" she peered into his face "perhaps you'll tell me? Lady Fox-Wilton's left comfortable, I know.
"I wish I could go with you and take care of you, Hetty," he said, the next morning, leaning in at the coach door; "but you won't stay much beyond a week the time 'ull seem long." He was looking at her fondly, and his strong hand held hers in its grasp.
I'm sure I'd no wish t' offend a sister." "Ah," said aunt Pullet, "there's no accounting for what Jane 'ull do. I wouldn't speak of it out o' the family, if it wasn't to Dr. Turnbull; but it's my belief Jane lives too low. I've said so to Pullet often and often, and he knows it." "Why, you said so last Monday was a week, when we came away from drinking tea with 'em," said Mr.
Ye'll do finely t' lead the singin'. But I don' know what Parson Irwine 'ull say at his gran' favright Adam Bede a-turnin' Methody." "Never do you bother yourself about me, Ben. I'm not a-going to turn Methodist any more nor you are though it's like enough you'll turn to something worse. Mester Irwine's got more sense nor to meddle wi' people's doing as they like in religion.
Watson ull go over to Frampton, for the warrant to-morrer. The news shook her from head to foot. She stared at him wildly speechless. 'But that's not 'arf, he went on 'not near 'arf. Do yer 'ear? What did yer do with the rest? I'll not answer for keepin my 'ands off yer if yer won't tell. In his trance of rage and agony, he was incapable of pity.
I spoke at last and asked what it was laughing at, and then the ghost spoke. It said: "I'm a laughin' at you sittin' and workin' there." "And why," I asked, "do you laugh at serious work?" "Why, yer bloomin' life 'ull go by like a wind," he said, "and yer 'ole silly civilization 'ull be tidied up in a few centuries."
An' who is it, I should like to know, as you're bound t' help and comfort i' the world more nor your own flesh and blood an' me th' only aunt you've got above-ground, an' am brought to the brink o' the grave welly every winter as comes, an' there's the child as sits beside you 'ull break her little heart when you go, an' the grandfather not been dead a twelvemonth, an' your uncle 'ull miss you so as never was a-lighting his pipe an' waiting on him, an' now I can trust you wi' the butter, an' have had all the trouble o' teaching you, and there's all the sewing to be done, an' I must have a strange gell out o' Treddles'on to do it an' all because you must go back to that bare heap o' stones as the very crows fly over an' won't stop at."
And there's old Patton an' his wife you know 'em, miss? them as lives in the parish houses top o' the common. He's walked out a few steps to-day. It's not often he's able, and when I see him through the door I said to 'em, 'if you'll come in an' take a cheer, I dessay them tea-leaves 'ull stan' another wettin'. I haven't got nothink else. And there's Mrs.
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