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Updated: June 10, 2025
Why, is t' whalers in? There was none i' sight yesterday, when I were down on t' shore. It's early days for 'em as yet. And t' cursed old press-gang's agate again, doing its devil's work! His face changed as he ended his speech, and showed a steady passion of old hatred. 'Ay, missus, yo' may look. I wunnot pick and choose my words, noather for yo' nor for nobody, when I speak o' that daumed gang.
But, as I'm saying, I'd niver a chance; for our pig, as I were sa fond on, and fed mysel', and as would ha' been fourteen stone by now if he were an ounce, and as knew me as well as any Christian, and a pig, as I may say, that I just idolized, went and took a fit a week after Michaelmas Day, and died, as if it had been to spite me; and t' next is na' ready for killing, nor wunnot be this six week.
'Tut, tut, thou's got thy brother, he's rich enough. And Hobbs 'll do a deal better; he's had his lesson now, and he'll stick to his own side time to come. Here, tak' thy beast an' look after her, for my bones is achin'. An' mak' thysel' scarce, for some o' them fellys has getten their blood up, an' wunnot be for treating thee o'er well if they fall in wi' thee.
Three hours afore, th' law ud ha' let me mill any mon 'at feart her. 'Tim, she says, 'surely he wunnot refuse to let us go together to th' little lad's grave fur th' last time. She didna speak to him but ti me, an' she spoke still an' strained as if she wui too heart-broke to be wild. Her face was as white as th' dead, but she didna cry, as ony other woman would ha' done.
These be players from London town, and I hope they'll play a right good English history-play, like 'The Famous Victories of Henry Fift, to turn a fellow's legs all goose-flesh!" Hodge stopped short in the road. "La!" said he, "I'll go no furder if they turn me to a goose. I wunnot be turned goose, Nick Attwood an' a plague on all witches, says I!" "Oh, pshaw!" laughed Nick; "come on.
Father were stunned wi' the blow at first, for all Boucher were weak wi' passion and wi' clemming. He sat down a bit, and put his hand afore his eyes; and then made for th' door. I dunno' where I got strength, but I threw mysel' off th' settle and clung to him. "Father, father!" said I. "Thou'll never go peach on that poor clemmed man. I'll never leave go on thee, till thou sayst thou wunnot."
'I wunnot talk any more after this once, if thou'll just find out fra' thysel', as it were, what it is she has again' me. I'd go to chapel for iver with her, if that's what she wants. Just ask her, Philip. 'It's an awkward thing for me to be melling wi', said Hepburn, reluctantly.
Th' fellows as throws their slurs on me would na understond 'em if I were loike to gab, which I never were. But happen th' toime 'll come when Surly Tim 'll tell his own tale, though I often think its loike it wunnot come till th' Day o' Judgment." "I hope it will come before then," I said, cheerfully. "I hope the time is not far away when we shall all understand you, Hibblethwaite.
I'll do for them this night myself; and thou, the good man, and Kit can sleep in the hutch. So there, dears; now let's see the Lord Chancellor's tantrums." "'Tis not a tantrums, goody," said Nick, politely, "but a coranto." "La! young master, what's the odds, just so we sees it done? Some folks calls whittles 'knives, and thinks 't wunnot cut theys fingers!"
"'Well, says th' lass at last, fair wearied out wi' grief, 'I'll go wi' thee, Phil, an' I'll do my best to please thee, but I wunnot promise to forget th' mon as has been true to me, an' has stood betwixt me an' th' world. "Then she turned round to me. "'Tim, she said to me, as if she wur haaf feart aye, feart o' him, an' me standin' by.
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