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"Whoy should yo be better than me?" "Ah! why, indeed?" cried Alizon. "Would I had the power to turn your heart to open your eyes to evil to save you, Jennet." These words were followed by another clang, louder and more brattling than the first.
'Oh whoy ha hem haw he's just an ordinary sort of lookin' man nothin' 'tickler any way, drawled Captain Seedeybuck, now wetting and twirling his moustache. 'Two legs, a head, a back, and so on, I presume, observed the lady. 'Just so, assented Captain Seedeybuck. 'He's a horsey-lookin' sort o' man, I should say, observed Captain Bouncey, 'walks as if he ought to be ridin' wears vinegar tops.
'Who has been and left his scythe? I asked; 'and here's a tin cup never been handled! 'Whoy, dudn't ee knaw, Maister Jan, said Bill Dadds, looking at me queerly, 'as Jan Vry wur gane avore braxvass. 'Oh, very well, I answered, 'John knows what he is doing. For John Fry was a kind of foreman now, and it would not do to say anything that might lessen his authority.
He saw at once the fearful peril in which he was placed, and averted his gaze from the scorching glance of the reeve. At this moment the door was tried without, and the voice of Bess was heard, saying, "Who ha' yo got wi' yo, Ruchot; and whoy ha' yo fastened t' door?" "Your answer?" demanded the reeve. "Ey canna gi' it now," replied the miller. "Come in, Bess; come in." "Ey conna," she replied.
"What? Whoy, Ay'd clap thee iv a cage, and hug thee round t' feasts and fairs loike; and shew thee to t' folks at so mooch a head. Ay'se sure Ay'd mak a fortune o' t!" "He has you there, Tom! Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Archer. "Tim's down upon you there, by George! Now, Frank, do fancy Tom Draw in a cage at Borough-bridge or Catterick fair! Lord! how the folks would pay to look at him!
"There is one way in which you can liquidate your debt." "Name it, Maister Pembroke," said the farmer, eagerly. "No matter," muttered the sexton, and a hollow sigh escaped his lips. "I had an idea, but it is gone. Touching the stranger, in whom you both repose such confidence. In what manner does he earn his daily bread?" "Whoy," said the farmer, "in the way that Adam did, mon.
"Then he turned, and I saw he was a boy about your age, with a face like a pink moon. "He came at me like a man, flashing his knife. "'Here! who are you for? says I. "'Whoy, mesalf! says he. "'But what you at? says I. "'Whoy, foightin! says he. "'Who? says I. "'Whoy, the nearest! says he, and smacks at me. "Then Knapp tripped him from behind, and he was our prisoner....
"Whoy, measter Draa did pratty nigh drink 't out yance that noight 'at eight chaps, measter Frank, drank oop two baskets o' champagne, and fifteen bottles o' 't breawn sherry Ay carried six on 'em to bed, Ay'se warrant it and yan o' them, young measter Clark, he spoilt me a new suit o' liveries, wi' vomiting a top on me."
He was a child of God, if no other owned him. 'Whoy, said Farden, much as he might have spoken to his horse, 'rum sort of a head thou'st got! Thee'll never go up to Bishop such a guy! 'Can't help it, said Paul rather sullenly; 'it ain't the clothes that God looks at. John scanned him all over, with his face looking more foolish than ever in the puzzle he felt.
"Ha' done wi' ye, squoire," cried Bess, who, however, did not look very seriously offended by the liberty. "By my faith, your lips are so sweet that I must have another," cried Nicholas. "I tell you what, Bess, you're the finest woman in Lancashire, and you owe it to the county to get married." "Whoy so?" said Bess. "Because it would be a pity to lose the breed," replied Nicholas.
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