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David poured out his legal fictions hastily, three parts convinced of them at any rate, and watched eagerly for their effect on Louie. She tossed her head scornfully. 'Doan't b'lieve it. Yo're jest tellin lees to get shut o' me. Nex summer if yo doan't send for me, I'll run away, whativer yo may say. So yo know.
'I brought it on me mysel'; I thought I would ha' t' truth, whativer came on it, and now I'm not strong enough to stand it, God help me! she continued, piteously. 'Oh, Sylvie, let me help yo'! I cannot do what God can, I'm not meaning that, but I can do next to Him of any man.
"Sure, sure, he shall, but come to the blankets!" As Maren went down with a long sigh, her limbs shirking the last task of straightening themselves upon the softness of the unwonted couch, the little woman looked up across her at the man with a world of questions in her face. "Poor darlin'!" she said softly. "Whativer is it, Terence?"
She was wholly given over to Dick and Julia, and all her simple craft was for their service. She kissed him, and cried over him, and so they parted, he bound for the Five Ash field, and she for the farmhouse. 'Why, lacsaday, Jenny, whativer is the matter? asked Mrs. Mountain, when her visitor entered her sitting-room, and gave her tear-stained cheek to her old friend's embrace.
Even if they were to bring me a horse, and tell me to mount and be off, it would break me heart intirely to think that I had left you to their tinder mercies. Whativer they do to you, they may do to me; and I'll stop and share iverything with you."
Tulliver burst out crying afresh, and she sobbed with her handkerchief at her eyes a few moments, but then removing it, she said in a deprecating way, still half sobbing, as if she were called upon to speak before she could command her voice, "And I did say to him times and times, 'Whativer you do, don't go to law, and what more could I do?
Tulliver, do as you like; but whativer you do, don't go to law." Mrs. Tulliver, as we have seen, was not without influence over her husband. No woman is; she can always incline him to do either what she wishes, or the reverse; and on the composite impulses that were threatening to hurry Mr. Tulliver into "law," Mrs.
I'm sure I don't know whativer must be done." "Perhaps the queen will have mercy." "Mercy! He'll get a life sentence, if that is mercy. Hanging isn't any better than its called, I'll be bound; but if I was Ben, I'd a-deal rather be hung, and done wi' it. That I would!" "I think Ben Craven will yet be proved innocent. His mother is sure of it, uncle." "That's t' way wi' a mother.
"I would if he were mine before I'd let him be a nuisance to the neighbors," declared Neale O'Neil. "Oh, Neale!" interposed Ruth. "You mustn't speak so. Of course the pig is annoying " "He's a nuisance. Anybody can see that," said the boy, frankly. "'Tis a smart lad ye ar-re," sneered Mr. Murphy. "Show me how ter kape the baste at home. The fince is not mine, whativer ye say.
"Why, theer, lass. Can yo' not see? Then yo' pit your head along o' mine so closer closer." Then, in aggrieved tones: "Whativer is the matter wi' yo', wench? I might be a leprosy." But the girl was walking away with her head high as the snow-capped Pike. "So long as I live, David M'Adam," she cried, "I'll niver go to church wi' you agin!" "Iss, but you will though onst," he answered low.
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