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Step inside by the fire. There's only my old man here, an' you needn't stand 'pon ceremony wi' he: for he's stone-deaf an' totelin'. Isaac, you poor deaf haddock, here's a strange body for 'ee to look at; tho' you'm past all pomp but buryin', I reckon." She sighed as I stepped past into the warmth.
"Very gude as you please. Make shake-downs in the parlour, an' I'll write in the kitchen when you'm gone to bed. Set the ink an' pen an' paper out arter you've cleared away. I'm allowed to be peart enough in matters o' business anyway, though no farmer o' course, arter this." "None will dare to say any such thing," declared Phoebe. "You can't do miracles more than others."
Who wouldn't be his nigger not his slave He don't hab no slaves but his chile; and 'ef his chile, den his heir, de heir ob God, and de joint heir wid Christ. O my chil'ren! tink of dat! de heir ob de Lord ob all de earth and all de sky! What white man kin be more'n dat? 'Don't none ob you say you'm too wicked to be His chile; 'ca'se you an't.
Not ten hours later, while yet some irritation at the beekeeper's spleen troubled Blanchard's thoughts as he laboured upon his land, a voice saluted him from the highway and he saw a friend. "An' gude-marnin' to you, Martin. Another braave day, sure 'nough. Climb awver the hedge. You'm movin' early. Ban't eight o'clock."
I've a cheque I want cashed at Climo and Hodges for a biggish sum: but you'm a man I can trust to bring back the money safe." "Sutt'nly," said Long Oliver. Geake went into the house and wrote a short letter to the bankers. He asked them to send back by messenger, and in return for cheque enclosed, the sum of twenty-five pounds, in five new five-pound notes.
Hincheliffe is blasphemious. The tow's sheered off to starboard, Sir. He'll fair pull the stern out of us." Moorshed, invisible, cursed through the megaphone into invisibility. "Aie! yeou little man-o'-war!" The voice butted through the fog with the monotonous insistence of a strayed sheep's. "We don't all like the road you'm takin'. 'Tis no road to Brixham.
Indeed he heard little after the first rambling outburst, for his own thoughts were busy with the problems of Tregenza's fate. "Sit down, mariner. I shan't sail till marnin' an' you'm welcome. Theer be thots in me so deep as Levant mine, but I doan't speak 'em for anybody's hearin'. Joan weern't none o' mine, an' I knawed it, thanks be to God, 'fore ever she played loose.
"You'm grown out of all knowledge," Nicholls declared, "but I mind you now. So you've been in London all these years?" "I've been in London," Tavernake admitted, "and I think, of the two, that Sprey-by-the-Sea is the better place." "Sprey is well enough," the boat-builder confessed, "well enough for a man who isn't set on change." "Change," Tavernake asserted, grimly, "is an overrated joy.
Then back I goes, an' demands an admission order for me an' the missus. 'Why, where's your ha'af-crown? says he. 'Gone in drink, says I. 'Old man, says he, 'you'm a scandal, an' the sooner you're put out o' the way o' drink, the better for you an' your poor wife. 'Right you are, I says; an' I got my order.
"'You'm a liar! Did you say that, Peter?" Peter fenced a little. "There be more ways nor one o' speakin' your mind," he said at last. "But I stood up to un. Did you hear, Batts, as Great End Farm is let?" The old man turned an animated look on his companion. "Well, for sure!" said Batts, astonished. "An' who's the man?" "It's not a man. It's a woman." "A woman!" repeated Batts, wondering.
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