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Who be you, or any other man, to offer me money for wasted time? As if I was a road scavenger or another man's servant! God's truth! you forget who you'm talkin' to!" "This is to purposely misunderstand me, Blanchard. I never, never, meant any such thing. Am I one to gratuitously insult or offend another? Typical this!
He had never been glad to see him so far; now he was almost affectionate. 'Laws, Ed'ard! said Abel, straining the affection to breaking-point, 'you'm having a randy, and no mistake! Dancing and all, I s'pose? 'No. I shall go before the dancing. 'You won't get our 'Azel to go along of you, then. Dance her will, like a leaf in the fall.
Mind you, I've no grudge agen the man. I liked his dare-devil look, the only time I saw en. I'm only sayin' what I think that you'm all afeard." "I don't b'long to the parish," remarked a Landaviddy man, in the pause that followed, "but 'tis incumbent on Lanihale, I'm fain to admit." The Lanihale men fired up at this. "I've a tin-kettle," said Calvin Oke, "an' I'm ready."
"You'm welcome, Mr. Drake," she said. He started at the surname; but she got up, and they went off just in the usual way to the parlor; and when they was there, she sat down in her old corner of the horsehair sofa and looked at him. But he didn't sit down not at first. He walked about fierce and talked fierce.
Then she saw how dank and livid Edward's face had become, and the anguished rage of the lover against what had hurt her darling flamed up in her. 'Curse you! she said, letting her eyes, dark-rimmed and large with tears, dwell on each man in turn. 'Curse you for tormenting my Ed'ard, as is the best man in all the country and you'm nought, nought at all!
You shut your mouth and go home-long, an' mind your awn business, an' keep out o' the game preserves. Law's law, as you'm like to find sooner'n most folks." This pointed allusion to certain rumours concerning the labourer's present way of life angered Bonus not a little, but it also silenced him. "Law's law, as you truly say, Will Blanchard," answered Mr. Blee, "an' theer it do lie in a nutshell.
She relapsed into motionless silence and, herself now wholly tearless, watched the tears of Chris, who had sunk down on the floor between the mother and son. "Why for do you cry an' wring your hands so hard?" she asked suddenly. "You'm awnly a girl yet young an' soft-cheeked wi' braave bonny eyes. Theer'll be many a man's breast for you to comfort your head on. But me!
I hanged my best friend for croaking, John Hawkins, may God forgive me if I was wrong, and I threatened a week after to hang thirty more; and I'd have done it, too, if they hadn't clapped tompions into their muzzles pretty fast." "You'm right, Frank. Who com'th here now?" "Captain Fleming, as I'm a sinner." "Fleming? Is he tired of life, that he com'th here to look for a halter?
Naked came I into the world, and naked I go out of it this day, if I have a chance. You'm better to go to your work, lads, or the big one will have the wind of you yet."
"I reckon, sir," he began, with an upward nod at a belt of larches, the fringe of a great estate, that closed the view at the head of the vale, "you'm too young to mind th' ould Earl o' Bellarmine, that owned Castle Cannick, up yonder, in my growin' days. 'Ould Wounds' he was nick-named a cribbage-faced, what-the-blazes kind o' varmint, wi' a gossan wig an' a tongue like oil o' vitriol.
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