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"So yo've coom at last, David!" the woman cried, as the boy entered; and, bending, greeted him with a tender, motherly salutation, which he returned as affectionately. "I welly thowt yo'd forgot us this mornin'. Noo sit you' doon beside oor Maggie." And soon he, too, was engaged in a task twin to the girl's.
"Nay," says I, "it's none o' t' blunderin' Yorkshireman she wants; it's Rip. He's t' gentleman this journey." Soa t' next day, Mulvaney an' Rip an' me goes to Mrs. DeSussa's, an' t' Irishman bein' a strainger she wor a bit shy at fost. But yo've heeard Mulvaney talk, an' yo' may believe as he fairly bewitched t' awd lass wal she let out 'at she wanted to tek Rip away wi' her to Munsooree Pahar.
'Yo've no business to go prying into what happened between Boucher and me. He's dead, and I'm sorry. That's enough. 'So it is. Will you take work with me? That's what I came to ask. Higgins's obstinacy wavered, recovered strength, and stood firm. He would not speak. Mr. Thornton would not ask again. Higgins's eye fell on the children.
Philip was silent, thinking what more he could urge. 'Yo'd better be off, said Sylvia, in a minute or two. 'Yo' and me has got wrong, and it'll take a night's sleep to set us right. Yo've said all yo' can for him; and perhaps it's not yo' as is to blame, but yo'r nature. But I'm put out wi' thee, and want thee out o' my sight for awhile.
'There's not the pressure on all the broad earth that would make me, said Nicholas Higgins. 'Now yo've got it. Yo've hit the bull's eye. Hamper's that's where I worked makes their men pledge 'emselves they'll not give a penny to help th' Union or keep turnouts fro' clemming. They may pledge and make pledge, continued he, scornfully; 'they nobbut make liars and hypocrites.
'But there's no need to tell me yo've getten a short memory. 'Why? what have I done? how dun you know it? 'Last night, she began, and then she stopped, and turned away her head, pretending to be busy in her dairy duties of rinsing and such like. 'Well! said he, half conjecturing her meaning, and flattered by it, if his conjecture were right. 'Last night what?
He'd comed in one night, an' sate him down afore he could speak, he were so done up; he'd been on tramp this many a day, a reckon. "Can yo' give me a bed?" says he, panting like, after a bit. "A chap as a met near here says as yo've a lodging for t' let." "Ay," says a, "a ha' that; but yo' mun pay me a shilling a week for 't."
'Yo've not been wanting to go long, han yo'? I ha' but just eaten my supper. 'Yo've been so full of talk, that's been the reason your supper lasted so long. That fellow's none going wi' us? said he sharply, as he saw Kinraid rummaging for his cap in a heap of men's clothes, thrown into the back-kitchen. 'No, said Sylvia, in affright at Philip's fierce look and passionate tone.
Now, I'll give yo' a chance and try if yo've any sense in yo'. Here's a book written by a friend o' mine, and if yo'll read it yo'll see how wages find their own level, without either masters or men having aught to do with them; except the men cut their own throats wi' striking, like the confounded noodles they are."
And what kind of a woman are yo' to go dreaming of another man i' this way, and taking on so about him, when yo're a wedded wife, with a child as yo've borne to another man? In a moment he could have bitten out his tongue. Then she lay down, motionless and silent.
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