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Updated: May 22, 2025
"But this is too much comin' here at night wi' loaded arms, scarin' the wimmen and childer oot o' their lives, and I can but think meanin' worse. If yo' were half a man I'd gie yo' the finest thrashin' iver yo' had in yer life. But, as yo' know well, I could no more hit yo' than I could a woman. Why yo've got this down on me yo' ken best. I niver did yo' or ony ither mon a harm.
Philip hated him in his heart. Kinraid hardly heard him. He was growing faint with the heavy blows he had received, the stunning fall he had met with, and the reaction from his dogged self-control at first. Philip did not speak nor move. 'Tell her, continued Kinraid, rousing himself for another effort, 'what yo've seen. Tell her I'll come back to her.
Yo've done with them as you pleased, an' I'm a-gwine to do with these jest as I please, and yo'uns that don't like hit kin jest lump hit, that's all." "'Frony Bolster, I want yo' to take yo'r arms from around that Yank's neck," said the man who had tried to take Shorty's gun. "I won't 'low yo' to put yo'r arm 'round another man's neck as long's I'm alive to stop it."
"Hit's so 'bout them women!" Buck protested. "If a man'd mind his business, an' not try to mind their business, women'd be plumb amusin'," Slip laughed. "Wait'll yo've had experience," Buck retorted. "Shucks! Ain't I had experience?" "Eveh married?" "No-o." "Eveh have a lady sic' yo' onto some'n bigger'n yo' is?" "No-o; reckon I pick my own people to scrap." "Theh!
And I dunnot think as he'd ha' gone and married another woman so soon, if he'd been i' Kinraid's place. 'An' yo've niver heared on Philip sin' he left? asked Kester, after a while. 'Niver; nought but what she told me. And she said that t' captain made inquiry for him right and left, as soon after that happened as might be, and could hear niver a word about him.
But o' Thursday t' Resolution, first whaler back this season, came in port, and t' press-gang showed their teeth, and carried off four as good able-bodied seamen as iver I made trousers for; and t' place were all up like a nest o' wasps, when yo've set your foot in t' midst. They were so mad, they were ready for t' fight t' very pavin' stones. 'A wish a'd been theere! A just wish a had!
He seated himself in her place, and stooped to look at the box. On the inside of the lid was pasted a discoloured piece of paper, and on the paper was written, in a round, laborious hand, the name, "John Bolderfield." "My blazes!" he said slowly, his bloodshot eyes opening wider than ever. "It's old John's money! So yo've been after it, eh?" He turned to her with a grin, one hand on the box.
The doctor ses, 'Yo've got no blude in yer, Missus 'Ammersley, what 'ull yer 'ave? An I says, 'Nuthin! it's sun cut, an it's sun cooked, nuthin! Noa, I've niver bin on t' parish an I might times. An I don't 'old wi strikes. Lor, it is a poor pleace, is ours ain't it? an nobbut a bit o' bread an drippin for supper."
It wurna Dan Morgan's way, I know his wur a better way than mine, th' sun shone on him somehow but I've done my best an' truest sin'." "Yo've done yo're worst," she said. "Th' worst yo' could do wur to part us, an' yo' did it. If yo'd been half a mon yo' wouldna ha' been content wi' a woman yo'd trapped with sayin' 'Aye, an' who cared less for yo' than she did fur th' sand on th' sea-shore.
"Tak' your hands away, then." "Nay; not till yo've showed me." A pause. "Do'ee, Davie," she supplicated. And "Do'ee," he pleaded. She tilted her face provokingly, but her eyes were still down. "It's no manner o' use, Davie." "Iss, 'tis," he coaxed. "Niver." "Please." A lengthy pause. "Well, then " She looked up, at last, shy, trustful, happy; and the sweet lips were tilted further to meet his.
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