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Updated: June 27, 2025


If first of a hundred yokels, why not first of two? And my friend the old-clothes'-man wishes to win his game, as well as to turn his little sixpence. Suppose in the game of life and it is but a twopenny game after all you are equally eager of winning. Shall you be ashamed of your ambition, or glory in it? There are games, too, which are becoming to particular periods of life.

I ask presently, as we return, rather like bashful yokels, to the library, and the old gentleman reading the Arabian Nights in the armchair in the corner glances up at me with a sudden curiosity. The botanist touches my arm and nods towards a pretty little lead-paned window, through which we see a village sleeping under cloudy moonlight go flashing by.

Then came Palm Sunday. Her catkins were stripped from her, worn for a few hours in yokels' hats, and flung aside. The moths came no more; the bees forsook her for the bluebells. But the kingfishers cared nothing for her appearance. They nested, as usual, deep in the bank below, in a hollow formed by her roots. The kingfishers were always in a hurry, and their colours were fussy and discordant.

Now it happened that my way led me near a haycock, and as I neared this haycock I heard voices from the other side of it. I hastened forward, thinking to find some yokels. But as I drew very close I suddenly halted and silently listened to the voices on the other side. "Sure, I can read," Paddy was saying. "And why wouldn't I be able?

How the devil was I to know the blessed turning? As it is, I've been knocked about " "You'll get knocked about a great deal more if you don't mind," said the Voice, and Mr. Marvel abruptly became silent. He blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were eloquent of despair. "It's bad enough to let these floundering yokels explode my little secret, without your cutting off with my books.

Hours in the stables, learning to talk horsey, and smell dunghilly. Hours in the village, gossiping and romping. In good company, an owl. In bad, or low company, a cricket, a nightingale, a magpie. He was seen at a neighboring fair, playing the fiddle in a booth to dancing yokels, and receiving their pence.

"Would she have me become the model country parson, preaching to the squire and other yokels on Sunday, and chatting about their souls to wheezy Granfer this, and Gammer that?" He had read the works of Mr. Thomas Hardy. "Does she suppose that I was made for such a life as that? Poor Phyllis! When will she awake from this dream of hers?"

His eyes flashed fire upon the yokels skurrying before him, a vitriolic stream of abuse scorched their faces as he bore them down. At length he stopped suddenly, caught a hulking farmer by the shoulder, and, with a violent twist and jerk, flung him headlong among his fellows.

Yeux-gris stared at him, neither in fear nor in fury, but in utter stupefaction. "But Gervais? He plotted with you? But he hates you!" We gaped at Lucas like yokels at a conjurer. He made us no answer but looked from one to the other of us with the alertness of an angry viper. We were two, but without swords. I knew he was thinking how easiest to end us both. M. le Comte cried: "You!

'Tis my birthright as an Englishman. Where's Magna Charta else?" "We will see about that," says he; and then, addressing the assistants, "Where does the constable live?" "Lord love you, sir!" cried the landlord, "what are you thinking of? The constable at past ten at night! Why, he's abed and asleep, and good and drunk two hours agone!" "Ah that a' be!" came in chorus from the yokels.

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