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"You never did!" said the voice of 'Bert. "Leave me to tell her," said the voice of 'Beida. "The way you're goin', she'll have the palpitations afore you begin. . . . Mother, dear if you'll but take a seat. Is't for the tenth or the twelfth time we'm tellin' 'ee that father's neither killed nor wounded?" "Then what is it, on earth?" demanded the voice of Mrs Penhaligon.
"March, I tell 'e, Peter Lamacraft." "You caan't see my husband." "But we'm gwaine to see un. He've got to see me, an' come along wi' me, tu. An' if he's wise, he'll come quiet an' keep his mouth shut. That much I'll tell un for his gude." "If you'll listen, I might make you onderstand how 'tis you caan't see Will," said Phoebe quietly.
Billy's shaggy eyebrows, little bright eyes, and long upper lip, taken with the tawny fringe under his chops, gave him the look of an ancient and gigantic lion-monkey; and indeed there was not lacking in him an ape-like twist, as shall appear. "Hullo! boy Blanchard! An' what might you want?" he asked. "To see Miller." "Come in then; we'm all alone in kitchen, him and me, awver our grog and game.
Besides, if everybody's caranting about to once each after his own men, nobody'll find nothing in such a scrimmage as that. Bye, bye, Uncle Martin. We'm going to blow the Dons up now in earnest." "Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep, Her march is o'er the mountain wave, Her home is on the deep." CAMPBELL, Ye Mariners of England.
"Cruel fashion weather for pilchur fishin' us have had cruel fashion weather. I knawed 'tweer comin', same as Noah knawed 'fore the flood, 'cause the Lard tawld me. 'Forty years long was I grieved wi' this generation. But man tries the patience o' God these days. We'm like the Ruan Vean men: 'doan't knaw an' won't larn." "Iss fay, mister, true 'nough; but tell me 'bout 'e all an' an' my Joan.
I've got what I wanted an', arter this marnin', could 'most find it in me to wish my cake was dough again; an' you you ain't got what you want, an' ban't no gert sign you will, for Clem's the weakest hand at turnin' a penny ever I met." "I'll wait for un, whether or no," said Chris, fiercely. "I'll wait, if need be, till we'm both tottling auld mumpheads!"
"Us'll take un with us when we're finished here. I reckon yeou'm busy. We'll bide here an' 'tis washin' day with yeou, simly," said Stalky. "We'm no company to make all vitty for. Never yeou mind us. Yiss. There's plenty cream." The woman withdrew, wiping her pink hands on her apron, and left them in the parlor.
Next week, come what may, I'll speak to him and tell him the truth, like a plain, blunt man." "Do 'e that very thing," urged Chris. "Say we'm lovers these two year an' more; an' that you'd be glad to wed me if your way o' life was bettered. Ban't beggin', as he knaws, for nobody doubts you'm the most book-learned man in Chagford after parson."
"Is it true, what I hear?" "It is true," she answered. "An' when be the banns called?" "There ain't goin' to be no banns." "Hey?" "There ain't goin' to be no banns; leastways, there ain't goin' to be none called. We'm goin' to the Registry Office. You look all struck of a heap. Was you hopin' to be best man?"
Handsomebody, on missionary duty among the blacks; here were we The Seraph expressed our feelings exactly just before we fell asleep. "We'm terr'ble lucky chaps," he said, in the Devon dialect, "ban't us?"
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