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And if yo'd been down seeing all t' folk looking and looking their eyes out, as if they feared they should die afore she came in and brought home the lads they loved, yo'd ha' shaken hands wi' that lass too, and no great harm done. I never set eyne upon her till half an hour ago on th' staithes, and maybe I'll niver see her again.
'That's not true, said Margaret. 'It was not Boucher that threw the stone' she went first red, then white. 'Yo'd be there then, were yo'? asked Bessy languidly for indeed, she had spoken with many pauses, as if speech was unusually difficult to her. 'Yes. Never mind. Go on. Only it was not Boucher that threw the stone. But what did he answer to your father? 'He did na' speak words.
'She were staying at Bessy Dawson's, and she come here to see me she's as pretty a young lady as yo'd see on a summer's day; and a real lady, too, wi' a fortune. She didn't speak two words wi'out bringing in her husband's name, "the captain", as she called him. 'An' she come to see thee? said Kester, cocking his eye at Sylvia with the old shrewd look. 'That were summut queer, weren't it?
'Eh? said Samson. 'I ginerally mean what I say, my wench. I should ha' thout as yo'd ha' known that by this time. He stopped there, for Julia, but for her mother's arm, would have fallen. 'You great oaf! cried Mrs. Mountain, irritated for once into open rebellion. 'Oh, it's like a man, the stupid hulkin' creeturs as they are, to come an' frighten the life out of a poor maid i' that style.
Melrose, with sudden shrillness, looking angrily at the rugged face and figure before her. "Mebbe yo'd go an talk to t' master?" suggested Mrs. Dixon, not without, as it seemed to Netta, a touch of slyness in eyes and voice. Of course they all knew by now that she was a cipher that she was not to count. Edmund had been giving all the orders in his miserly cheese-paring way.
He pays me aforehand; an' he pays me down for whativer a've getten for him; but that's but little; he's noane up t' his vittle, though a've made him some broth as good as a could make 'em. 'I wouldn't send him away till he was well again, if I were yo; but I think yo'd be better rid on him, said Sylvia. 'It would be different if yo'r brother were in Monkshaven. As she spoke she rose to go.
"Why, let me see," was the reply; "I'd indulge every one of your whims and wishes. You should only need ask to have." "Poh poh yo'd never content her," observed Elizabeth, testily. "It's nah your way to try an content me, mother, even whon ye might," rejoined Jennet, who, if she loved few people, loved her mother least of all, and never lost an opportunity of testifying her dislike to her.
"She's been on a farm too somewhere near Brighton, Muster Shenstone says, since she was at college; and ee told me she do seem to be terr'ble full o' new notions." "She'd better be full o' money," said the other, cuttingly. "Notions is no good without money to 'em." "Aye, they're wunnerfull costly things is notions. Yo'd better by a long way go by the folk as know.
'Well, Philip! an' what brings yo' here? was her rather ungracious greeting. 'Why, Sylvie, are yo' sorry to see me? asked Philip, reproachfully. But she turned it off with assumed lightness. 'Oh, yes, said she. 'I've been wanting yo' this week past wi' t' match to my blue ribbon yo' said yo'd get and bring me next time yo' came. 'I've forgotten it, Sylvie.
Kinraid groaned with impatience at seeing one, free to move with quick decision, so slow and dilatory. 'Come on then, cried the sailors, 'or we'll take you too on board, and run you up and down the main-mast a few times. Nothing like life aboard ship for quickening a land-lubber. 'Yo'd better take him and leave me, said Kinraid, grimly.
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