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Anyway, you 'm tokened to Chris and will be one of the family some day perhaps when Mother Coomstock dies, so I'll leave my secret with you. But not a soul else not mother even. So you must swear you'll never tell to man or woman or cheel what I've done and wheer I be gone." "I'll swear if you like." "By the livin' God." "By any God you believe is alive." "Say it, then."
"Howiver, shoo niver clapped een on me wheer I was sittin' behind t' stone. Shoo were thrang wi' t' birds were Janet, an' gettin' more excited ivery minute.
"I fell down beside o' th' poor crushed wench an' sobbed wi' her. I couldna comfort her, for wheer wur there any comfort for us? Theer wur none left theer wur no hope. We was shamed an' broke down our lives was lost. Th' past wur nowt th' future wur worse.
Sometimes hoo dunnot knaw wheer to get the bread for her own." "That's why I wouldn't take it," rejoined Cosmo. "If I had thought you were well off, I would not have hesitated." "Oh! aw'm noan so pinched at present," she answered with a smile. "Tak th' loaf, an' welcome, an' pey mo when yo' can."
But what capped all were t' clothes he was donned in; they were covered wi' green moss, an' on his heead was a cap o' red fur. "Well, when Doed saw him, he was a bit flaid, but t' lad looked at him friendly-like and says: "'Now then, Doed, wheer ista boun'? "'I's boun' home, says Doed, an' his teeth started ditherin' wi' freet.
"Wheer be you a-goin'?" he demanded, turning his bull neck slowly round "I baint pertikler for a far journey." "Aren't you?" and the young lady smiled. "You must drive me to St. Rest, Abbot's Manor, please!" The heavy-faced driver paused, considering. Should he perform the journey, or should he not?
What's that?" he ejaculated in horror-laden accents, starting back. "What, Davie?" cried the girl, shrinking up to him all in a tremble. "Couldna say for sure. It mought be owt, or agin it mought be nowt. But yo' grip my arm, I'll grip yo' waist." Maggie demurred. "Canst see onythin'?" she asked, still in a flutter. "Be'ind the 'edge." "Wheer?" "Theer! " pointing vaguely. "I canna see nowt."
Gervaise in? Col. Wat. Col. G. Yes, sir. Forgot again. Young man; gentleman or cad? don't know; think the latter. Enter THOMAS. Th. Han yo heard speyk ov mo chylt yet, sir? Col. In the name of God, I know nothing of your child; but bring her here, and I will give you a hundred pounds in golden sovereigns. Th. Hea am aw to fot her yere, when I dunnot know wheer hoo be, sir? Col.
Bar a scrap with a French sailor at Wapping an' that warn't much of a picnic neither I've not had a show fur real pleasure in this dod-rotted Continent, where there ain't no b'ars nor no Injuns, an' wheer nary man goes heeled. Slow there, Judge! Don't you rush this business! I want a show for my money this game I du!
"They were saying that you were a mighty wrestler, George, that you were the only man in these parts who could stand up to this Cornishman." "Ay, I can wrastle a bit, Peter," he replied, speaking in the same heavy, listless manner; "what then?" "Why then, George, get into your coat, and let's be off." "Wheer to?" "The Fair." Black George shook his head. "What, you won't?" "No, Peter."
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