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Colin ought to have taken his father's ready response to his request as an overture of reconciliation. For a moment he was provoked with both of them. "You are a dour lot, you Crawfords; ane o' you is prouder than the ither." "The Crawfords are as God made them, dominie." "And some o' them a little warse." Yet, after all, it was Colin Tallisker was really angry at.
"Is it the toothache, Misther Brown?" inquired an eagerly pitiful voice. "Or warse?" Mrs. Kelcey came in, her shawl covering her unbound hair his next-door neighbour and little Norah's mother. Her face was full of astonishment at sight of Brown in his bathgown and the baby in his arms. "I'm mighty glad to see you," Brown assured her. "I don't know what to do with him, poor little fellow.
"To hell, Mr. Mackaye?" "Ay, to a verra real hell, Alton Locke, laddie a warse ane than ony fiends' kitchen, or subterranean Smithfield that ye'll hear o' in the pulpits the hell on earth o' being a flunkey, and a humbug, and a useless peacock, wasting God's gifts on your ain lusts and pleasures and kenning it and not being able to get oot o' it, for the chains o' vanity and self-indulgence.
Speed-the-Plough lurched round on his elbow and regarded him indifferently. "D'ye call that doctrin'? He bean't al'ays, or I shoo'n't be scrapin' my heels wi' nothin' to do, and, what's warse, nothin' to eat. Why, look heer. Luck's luck, and bad luck's the con-trary. Varmer Bollop, t'other day, has's rick burnt down. Next night his gran'ry's burnt. What do he tak' and go and do?
'An' ha' ye no place to go? says I. 'No, says 'e, 'I ain't; not any. So I said t' the lad as he s'ould come along wi' me. He could na walk, he was too sick, I carried 'im, but he was no' much o' a load. I took 'im hame wi' me an' pit 'im i' the bed. He got warse, an' I bringit the doctor. Oh! but he was awfu' sick, the lad was, but he pullit through as cheerfu' as ye please.
You will be taken to Lancaster Castle, and hanged." "Yo are os bad as ey am, and warse," replied Jennet, "and deserve hanging os weel, and the King shan knoa of your tricks," she vociferated, as James appeared at the door of the pavilion. "Yo wished to ensnare Alizon. Yo wished me to kill her. Ey was only your instrument." "Stop her mouth gag her!" cried Potts.
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