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She gradually recovered herself, feeling all the while this young sympathetic presence at her side dreading lest it should desert her. He meanwhile was still under the tremor and awe of the new experience. So this was dying! He remembered 'Lias holding Margaret's hand. 'Deein's long but it's varra, varra peaceful. Not always, surely!
"After that," continued Hemenway, "of course my nerve was a little shaken, and we went back to the main camp on the river, to rest over Sunday. That was all right, wasn't it, Mac?" "Aye!" replied McLeod, who was a strict member of the Presbyterian church at Moncton. "That was surely a varra safe thing to do.
Theer's mony a fellow cooms by this way i' th' bad weather to Pen'rth, rather than face Shap fells. They say it's betther walkin'. But when it's varra bad, we doan't let 'em go on noa, it's not safe. Theer was a mon lost on t' fells nine year ago coom February. He wor an owd mon, and blind o' yan eye. He'd lost the toother, dippin' sheep." "How could he do that?"
"After a while, we heard that Willie Robertson was married to a Canadian woman, neither young nor good-looking, an' varra much his inferior every way; but she had a guid lot o' land in the rear o' his farm. Of course I thought it was a' broken aff wi' puir Jean, an' I wondered what she wud spier at the marriage.
'Noa noa, said the old man, shaking his head, while a sort of film seemed to gather over the eyes, and the face and features relaxed fell, as it were, into their natural expression of weak senility, which so long as he was under the stress of his favourite illusions was hardly apparent. 'But it's true it's varra true I've yeerd tell strange things about Sandy Grieve's wife.
We'n had their tale, and he pointed away to some imaginary accusers. 'But yo mun trust an Englishman's sense o' fair play. Say your say. We 'st gie yo a varra patient hearin. And with chin thrown up, and his half-blurred eyes blinking under their white lashes, 'Lias waited with a bland imperativeness for the answer. 'Eh? said 'Lias at last, frowning and hollowing his hand to his ear.
They were close to the Tenements now, and Sam'l looked as if he were on his way to be hanged. "Sam'l?" "Ay, Sanders." "Did ye did ye kiss her, Sam'l?" "Na." "Hoo?" "There's was varra little time, Sanders." "Half an 'oor," said Sanders. "Was there? Man Sanders, to tell ye the truth, I never thocht o't." Then the soul of Sanders Elshioner was filled with contempt for Sam'l Dickie.
Then he went into the stable and groped about for a lantern that stood in the corner. He found it, slipped through the farmyard into the lane, and then lit it out of sight of the house. 'It's bad ground top o' t' Downfall, he said to himself, apologetically, as he guiltily opened the gate on to the moor 'varra bad ground. Hanna shut her door that night neither at nine nor at ten.
"But," said she, " it brings varra little in, we hev to trust so much. He shaves four on 'em for a haw-penny, an' there's a deal on 'em connot pay that. They cannot for shame come, that's heaw it is; so we lose'n their custom till sich times as summat turns up at they can raise a trifle to pay up wi'. . . . He has nobbut one razzor, but it'll be like to do."
The poor old soul had evidently only a narrow view of the necessities and difficulties which beset the labours of the Board of Guardians at a time like this. On our way back to town one of my friends told me that he "had met a sexton the day before, and had asked him how trade was with him. The sexton replied that it was "Varra bad nowt doin', hardly." "Well, how's that?" asked the other.
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