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Updated: June 9, 2025
If These-an'-That, there, wasn' but a poor, ha'f-baked shammick, he'd ha' killed that wife o' his afore this." "Naybours, I'd as lief you didn't mention it," appealed These-an'-That, huskily. "I'm afeard you'm o' no account, These-an'-That: but sam-sodden, if I may say so," the drover observed. "Put in wi' the bread, an' took out wi' the cakes," suggested Eli.
"Crystal Pallus?" "And," pursued Tilda, "I was wonderin' if you'd look after him while I step inside?" She threw back her head, and the man whistled. "You're a trustin' one, I must say!" "You'd never be mean enough to make off with 'im, an' I won't believe it of you," spoke up Tilda boldly. "Eh? I wasn' talkin of the dorg," he explained. "I was meanin' the Orph'nage.
"Nothin'" for the light apparition had vanished. "Besides, she'd be wearin' black, o' course." "I wish you'd talk more coherent," said Captain Tobias, stopping short again and eyeing him. "I put it to you, now. Here I be, tumbled out 'pon a terminus platform in a country I've never set eyes on. As if that wasn' enough, straightaway things start to happen so that I want to hold my head.
And I've been pouring it all into you, haven't I? That's because I want you to revive and be strong and tell me everything. Hush! Speak low; don't waken anybody! Did you find the hospital?" "Yes." "Then Nurse Quayle sees nothing of your sister now? That's the pity of the life she is leading, poor girl! No friends, no future " "It wasn' that, brother." "What then?" "The nurse was not there."
An' then, as if that wasn' enough, you must come nosin' in after Mr Nanjivell's small savin's. . . . Gentry!" she swung round upon Builder Gilbert. "Here, Mr Gilbert, you're neither gentry nor perlice. When I tell you about Miss Charity Oliver, that calls herself a lady! That's your gentry!" "Hey?" Nicky-Nan pushed her hand aside. "What's this you're tellin', now?"
"I'm waiting for your answer," put in the stranger, knitting his brows. "Surely, surely, that's the very thing I was comin' to. The answer, as you may say, is this but step a bit nigher, for there's lashins o' room the answer, as far as that goes, is what I make to you, sayin' that if you wasn' so passin' wet, may be I'd blurt out what I had i' my mind.
He med tall ye 'oo was with yo laasst Soonda oop t' feald in t' girt byre." "Naddy couldn't sae 'oo 't was. Med a been Assy. Med a been yo." "'T wasn' mae, Mr. Greatorex, an' 't was n' Assy. Look yo 'ere. I tall yo Assy's freetened o' yo." "'Oo says she's freetened?" "I saays it. She's thot freetened thot she'd wash yore sweet'eart's dirty cleathes sooner 'n marry yo." "She doesn't wash them?"
It began with my sendin' in a bill 'Account rendered' that he'd already paid. I started by tellin' 'ee that I was young at the time. 'Twas before I married my wife to look after the books, an' I won't say that I wasn' a bit love-struck an' careless. Anyway, in went that dam bill; and he'd kep' the receipt, which made him fair furious. Mad as fire he was, an' wrote me a letter about it.
At such times he made what was in the nature of a spring for the door, explaining later that he had been to sharpen his adz. During quieter moments I went over, at his suggestion, to measure up and see if the beam wasn t high enough.
Yu can't tell what's in a maid's 'ead but that's wot I think about it." He drew his hand along the turf. "I was fond o' that maid don' know as there was anyone as wasn' fond of 'er. But she was to lovin'-'earted that's where 'twas, I think." He looked up. And Ashurst, whose lips were trembling in the cover of his beard, murmured again: "Yes?"
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