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"Neaw, lort abbut," he cried, with a low, exulting laugh, "yo hanna brok'n yor word, an ey'n kept moine. Yo're free agen your will." "You have destroyed me by your mistaken zeal," cried the abbot, reproachfully. "Nowt o't sort," replied Hal; "ey'n saved yo' fro' destruction. This way, lort abbut this way."
I've talked a muckle i' this book aboot what I think. Do you know why? It's because I'm a plain man, and I think the way plain men think all ower this world. It was the war taught me that I could talk to folk as well as sing tae them. If I've talked tae much in this book you maun forgie me and you maun think that it's e'en yor ain fault, in a way.
"You're a nice wan, now ain't ye?" he cried angrily at the unfortunate guardian of his soul. "Dom if Oi don't quit ye! Ye see!" "Be the gate of Hivin!" he shouted, when he opened the door of mornings and discovered another six inches of snow, "Ye're a burrd! If Oi couldn't make out to be more of a saint than that, Oi'd quit the biznis! Move yor pull, an' get us some dacint weather!
"Thet hez the name o' bein' the best spring in these parts," she said, pleased with his appreciation. "An' hit's a never-failin' spring, too. We've plenty o' water the dryest times, when everybody else's goes dry." "That IS delicious water," said Harry. "An' now I'll git ye yor breakfast in a minnit.
The pipe he was smoking dropped from his mouth, and he sank back in his chair with an exclamation of fear and dismay. "Yor need not be alarmed, Mynheer Van Voorst," I said; "I am in the flesh." "I am glad to see you in the flesh. I don't believe in ghosts, of course.
And this far is certanely knawin & collectit pairtly be the trew affirmacione of sum quha war present of the kingis awin folkis and last of all be the deposicionnis of Mr. Sua it is hard for yor Lordship to be resoluit be reporttis.
He rose, and unbuttoning his inner coat, fumbled in the pocket of it till he found a letter. 'An here is a letter for Mr. Gurney. If yo gie me a pen, Davy, I'll write in to 't yor reet address, an put it in t' post as I goo to t' station. I took noatice of a box as I coom along. An then He stood still a moment pondering, one outspread hand on the letter.
'And I shall go back to work on the Erie railroad, at thirty-siven cents a day and boord myself, replied the Irishman. 'If yer were sartin of findin' all the gold yor want, would yer go back to Califony? 'Arrah. Now, what are yees talkin' about? asked McSquizzle, somewhat impatiently. 'What is the good of talkin'?
Do yo mind when yor feyther deed, Davy? he said suddenly, looking up. David nodded, a red flush of presentiment spread itself over his face his whole being hung on Reuben's words. 'He sent for me afore he deed, continued Reuben, slowly; 'an he towd me aw about his affairs. Six hunderd pund he'd got saved six-hunderd-pund!
'Wal, now, I'm real glad to heer yo say sich things, Davy, lad, said Reuben, with a curious flutter of manner. 'I'm real glad. So yo take to the farmin, Davy? Wal, it's nateral. All yor forbears all on em leastways, nobbut yor feyther got their livin off t' land. It cooms nateral to a Grieve. The boy made no answer did not commit himself in any way. He went on absently throwing stones.
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