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But aa've no time to goa chatterin' at doors wi' yoong women; soa if yo'll juist gie me yor business, I'll tell Muster Faversham, when he's got time to see to 't." "It's not Mr. Faversham I want to see it's Mr. Melrose. Mrs. Dixon, don't you remember me?" Mrs. Dixon stepped back in puzzled annoyance, so as to let a light from the passage shine upon the stranger's face. She stood motionless.
But seven year '11 soon be past fro' t' time he went off, and yo'll only be six-and-twenty then; and there'll be a chance of a better husband for yo' after all, so keep up yo'r heart, Sylvia.
Saturday morn yo'll mind Saturday morn, it were stormy and gusty, downreet dirty weather theere stood t' folk again by daylight, a watching an' a straining, and by that tide t' Good Fortune came o'er t' bar. But t' excisemen had sent back her news by t' boat as took 'em there. They'd a deal of oil, and a vast o' blubber.
'Yo'll like it when once yo're there, said Kinraid, with a travelled air of superiority, as Philip fancied. 'No, I shan't, he replied, shortly. 'Liking has nought to do with it. 'Ah' yo' knew nought about it last neet, continued Daniel, musingly. 'Well, life's soon o'er; else when I were a young fellow, folks made their wills afore goin' to Lunnon.
To make it more aggravating, the current had slowed down, until the motion of their log was very languid. They were about 100 feet from the shore when they heard the second voice say: "Heah, I've got jest the right kind o' a dornick. Now jest keep yer eye peeled an' fixed on that center limb, an' yo'll hear it chunk when I plunk hit an' show hit's nothin' but a stick o' wood."
Yo' try John's key in that there door" he pointed to the cupboard by the fire "an' yo'll find it fits ex act. Then, thinks I, where's the key as belongs to that 'ere cupboard? An' John an' I goes upstairs to look about us, an' in noa time at aw, I sees a 'ole in the skirtin'. I whips in my finger lor' bless yer! I knew it wor there the moment I sets eyes on the hole."
There was an instant's dead silence. Then the tottering John came forward. 'An I'm glad yer come, Isaac, that I am thankful! Now yer can tell me what yer wife's done with my money. D'yer mind that box? It wor you an I carried it across that night as Watson come out on us. An yo'll bear me witness as we locked it up, an yo saw me tie the two keys roun my neck yo did, Isaac.
Oh! thank yer, miss, my 'ealth is pretty tidy, though I 'ave been plagued this winter with a something they call the 'flenzy. I wor very bad! 'Yo go to bed, Mrs. Jellison, says Dr. Sharpe, 'or yo'll know of it. But I worn't goin' to be talked to by 'im. Why, I knowed 'im when he wor no 'igher nor Johnnie.
The boys picked her up and laid her on the bed beside Jeff Hackberry. "She's fainted; she's dead. She's bin sufferkated in that hole," said Jeff. "No, yo' punkin-headed fool," she gasped. "I hain't dead, nor I hain't fainted, nor I hain't sufferkated. Yo'll find out when I git my wind back a little, I'm so full o' mad an' spite that I'm done tuckered clean out.
"And you really want me to stay?" repeated Laura insistently, addressing Mrs. Mason. "Yo're welcome," was the stiff reply. "Nobbut yo'd been mair welcome if yo hadna brokken t' Sabbath to coom here. Mappen yo'll goa wi' Polly, an tak' your bonnet off." Laura hesitated a moment longer, bit her lip, and went. Polly Mason was a great talker.
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