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"The blaspheming old hound!" "Oh, fie! fie! a holy and a book-learned man. Ay, Denys, y'had read them, that suffered there, by the bare light of the gibbet. 'Drive in the nails! y'had cried: 'drive in the spear! Here be three malefactors. Three 'roues. Yet of those little three one was the first Christian saint, and another was the Saviour of the world which gibbeted him."
They should be in yours." "Alas, sir, the more is my grief; but I ne'er doubted him; and he said it was a comfort to him to have them in his bosom." "Y'are a very foolish lass." "Indeed I was, sir. But trouble teaches the simple." "'Tis a good answer. Well, foolish or no, y'are honest. I had shown ye more respect at first, but I thought y'had been his leman, and that is the truth."
"But the daisies and pinks all turned to weeds," she went on, waiting a little, "when we picked 'em. An' the sunny place has been always behind me, and the dark before me. Oh, if I was only there in the sun where the pinks and daisies are!" "You mustn't talk so, Mattie! Think about your children! You ain't sorry y'had them? They've been a comfort to y'? You ain't sorry you had 'em?"
All the horny excrescences of animals, to wit, claws of tigers, panthers, badgers, cats, bears, and the like, and horn of deer, and nails of humans, especially children, are imbued with direst poison. Y'had better have been bitten by a cur, whatever you may say, than gored by bull or stag, or scratched by bear.
"No idea," said I. "Blast ye. I wish y'had," he growled viciously, and I turned away to smile. We passed through a village littered with the Duke's baggage wagons and pretty full of soldiery. This chilled my spirit somewhat, for it looked as if we were about to run into the rear of the Royal army.
Why, look ye now, sweeter temper than our Gerard never breathed, yet, when the bear did but strike a piece no bigger than a crown out of his calf, he turned so hot and choleric y'had said he was no son of yours, but got by the good knight Sir John Pepper on his wife dame Mustard; who is this? a dwarf? your servant, Master Giles." "Your servant, soldier," roared the newcomer. Denys started.