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Bell suddenly put down her apron. 'Yo're cold and drenched, said she. 'Come near to t' fire and warm yo'rsel'; yo' mun pardon us if we dunnot think on everything at onest. 'Yo're very kind, very kind indeed, said Hester, touched by the poor woman's evident effort to forget her own grief in the duties of hospitality, and loving Bell from that moment.
"We got a li'l business with you, maybe." "Maybe? Then you ain't shore about it?" "Not unless yo're willing. You see, Dolan's drunk to-day, and of course we can't get a warrant till he's sober." "A warrant? For me?" "Not yet," said Jake Rule. "Only a search warrant first. But of course if you ain't willing we can't even touch anything."
'And I'm off to London i' t' morning, added he, a little wistfully, almost as if beseeching her to show or express some sorrow at a journey, the very destination of which showed that he would be absent for some time. 'To Lunnon! said she, with some surprise. 'Yo're niver thinking o' going to live theere, for sure!
Go down wi' ye, and leave her i' peace if yo're a man as can be called a man! Her anger was rising as she caught sight of Sylvia's averted face. It was flushed crimson, her eyes full of intense emotion of some kind, her lips compressed; but an involuntary twitching overmastering her resolute stillness from time to time.
Well, now, sir, I put it to yo', being a parson, and having been in th' preaching line, and having had to try and bring folk o'er to what yo' thought was a right way o' thinking did yo' begin by calling 'em fools and such like, or didn't yo' rayther give 'em some kind words at first, to make 'em ready for to listen and be convinced, if they could; and in yo'r preaching, did yo' stop every now and then, and say, half to them and half to yo'rsel', "But yo're such a pack o' fools, that I've a strong notion it's no use my trying to put sense into yo'?" I were not i' th' best state, I'll own, for taking in what Hamper's friend had to say I were so vexed at the way it were put to me; but I thought, "Come, I'll see what these chaps has got to say, and try if it's them or me as is th' noodle."
Yancy, wrapped in a philosophic calm and deeply averse to industry, had permitted the momentum imparted by a remote ancestor to carry him where it would, which was steadily away from that tempered prosperity his family had once boasted as members of the land-owning and slaveholding class. "I mean there's money in the place fo' Ferris," Crenshaw explained. "I reckon yo're right, Mr.
Boh may be ye winna loike Mester Ruchot to hear what ey ha' getten to tell ye." "I will leave you," said Richard, about to depart. "Oh! no, no!" cried Alizon, "she can have nothing to say which you may not hear." "Shan ey go back to Granny Demdike, an tell her yo're too proud to receive her message?" asked the child. "On no account," whispered Richard. "Do not let her anger the old hag."
"I believe yo're foolin' me, and if I wuz shore I'd stick yo'. But I'm gwine t' give yo' a chance. Yo' kin go back now, an' I'll come for yo' ter-morrer. If you go back on me hit'll be a mouty sorry day for yo'. Mind that now." Shorty gallantly helped her mount, and then hurried back to camp.
'If theer's an onpleasant thing to do it's best doon quickly yo mun go back and do your duty. Coom and see us when yo're passin again. An say good-bye to 'Lias. He's that wick this mornin ain't yo, 'Lias? And with a tender cheerfulness she ran across to 'Lias and told him Davy was going. 'Good-bye, Davy, my lad, good-bye, murmured the old man, as he felt the boy's strong fingers touching his.
"Yes; an' yo're another lucky dog," Jackson responded, having in mind that at first Johnny had been thought to be desperately wounded. "Why, yore friends have got the worst of this game; they're worse off than you are out all day an' night in this cussed storm."
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