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"Her's good, so good, but oh! if her was a bit nigher if I could sit in her lap an' feel her arms around me an' thread the daisies into chains like when I was a lil maid! But I be a grawed wummon now an' yet caan't feel it so not yet. Her'll hold my hand, maybe, an' lead me 'pon the road past pain an' sorrow. I can trust her, 'cause Mister Jan did say as Nature never lies never."
"'Tis tu gert a thing for me to say no wummon was ever plaaced like what I be now. I do mean to see passon at Sancreed, uncle. He'll knaw what's right for me. If he bids me stay, I'll stay. 'Tis the thot o' Joe Noy maddens me. My head'll burst if I think any more. I'll go to passon." "Whether you'll stay, Polly! Why shouldn't 'e stay? Surely it do " "Doan't 'e talk no more 'tall, uncle.
Hicks began to speak in a high-pitched voice which broke now and again as her bosom heaved after past tears. "The awnly son of his mother, an' she a widow wummon; an' theer 's no Christ now to work for the love of the poor. I be shattered wi' many groans an' tears, Chris Blanchard, same as you be.
"But theer, us gaws down to the tomb to make way for the new born. I do say, an' swear tu, that the butivulest things in all wild nachur be a ship in full sail an' a wummon in the fam'ly way. Ban't nothin' to beat 'em. An' I'll say it here, 'pon this spot, though the rain's bitin' into my bones like teeth. So long to 'e, maaster, an' good cheeldin' to 'e, miss!"
"I did think so wance; I did tell her so when us walked not two hour agone. Now I sees differ'nt. She'm none o' mine. She'm no Tregenza. Be Nature, as made us God-fearin' to a man, to a wummon, to a cheel, gwaine to lie after generations 'pon generations? Look back at them as bred me, an' them as bred them back, an' back, an' back.
Tregenza, than trapsing off to Truro or somewheers an' wastin' their time an' spendin' money they'll be wanting back agin 'fore Christmas," retorted Sally, with some warmth. But Mrs. Tregenza only shook her head and sighed. "You speaks as a onmarried wummon, Sarah; but if you comed to be a bride you'd sing dif-fer'nt. No honeymoon's wrong, an' your faither'll tell the same." Mr.
Er said 'Let'n come home an' call the devil as did it to account. He was thinkin' o' me when he said it, though he dedn' knaw me." "Iss fay, 'tis generally allowed he be the lips o' God A'mighty now. But you, Joe doan't 'e waste life an' hard-won money huntin' down a damned man. Leave en to his deserts." "'Tis I that be his deserts, wummon 'tis I, in the hand o' the God o' Vengeance.
I should take Time by the forelock if I was you, an' see if you can find a maiden as'll suit un while you go back-along through the village." "Awnly, as 'tis better for the man to number more years than the wummon," added Billy, "it might be wise to bide a week or two, so's he shall have a bit start of his lady." "Now, you'm fulin me!
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