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"Well, I don't see no such difference as all that comes to, and I'm putting ten guineas on my opinion." "Why," said a loud, consequential man from immediately behind me, speaking with a broad western burr, "vrom what I've zeen of this young Gloucester lad, I doan't think Harrison could have stood bevore him for ten rounds when he vas in his prime.
"I'm here," said Zalia, "I've done, I'm coming at once." They stood talking a bit outside in the moonlight and then went in. "Perhaps my man'll come on," said Treze. "A man is better than three women in illness; and Virginie's coming too: I've been to tell her." "Well, well," said Barbara, "who'd ever have thought it of Zeen!" "Yes, friends, and never been ill in his life; and he turned seventy."
"Zee boy vas always lucky," remarked Scholtz; "zince I began to varm for myself I have not zeen so big a stone." "Ah! Scholtz," returned his friend, "the hotel business has done very well for me, an I don't complain, but if I was young again I'd sell off and have a slap at the `Fields." "Zat vould only prove you vas von fool," said Scholtz quietly. "I believe it would," returned George.
He marriet her pecause zhe was fair to look upon and very rish; her fader made her marry him pecause he was a lort; he zoon tied and left her a witow, ant zhe never marriet again; zhe left te country and vas away many years ant I have nod zeen her zince. My fair kinswoman! Zhe hat a great wrong done her!" said the Jew, dropping his chin upon his chest and falling into sad and penitential reverie.
"If you're ill ... if you can't go on, you'd better get home quick: you're standing there like a booby." Zeen left his sickle on the ground and went straight off the field. She saw him go slowly, the poor old soul, lurching like a drunken man, and disappear behind the trees. Then she took her straw-band and bundled up all the little heaps of corn, one after the other, and bound them into sheaves.
The house-door was open; as she went in, Zalia saw not a thing before her eyes, but she heard something creaking on the floor. It was Zeen, trying to scramble to his feet when he heard her come in. "Zeen!" she cried. "Yes," moaned Zeen. "How are you? No better yet? Where are you?... Why are you lying flat on the floor like this?" "Zalia, I'm so ill ... my stomach and...."
But still I could see the jog of his hat a Sunday hat with a top to it and some of his shoulder bowed out in the mist, so that one could say "Hold up, John," when Smiler put his foot in. "Mercy of God! where be us now?" said John Fry, waking suddenly; "us ought to have passed hold hash, Jan. Zeen it on the road, have 'ee?" "No indeed, John; no old ash.
And Zeen, to say something, said: "Yes, it is, Zalia, but I'd like to go to sleep, I'm feeling cold now and I've got needles sticking into my side ... here, see?" And he pressed both his hands on the place. "Yes, you're better in bed; it'll be gone in the morning and we'll fetch in the corn." "Is it cut?" "All done and stooked; if it keeps fine to-morrow, we'll get it all into the barn."
In her wretchedness, she was left stark alone, abandoned like a poor babe in the snow. She plunged her face into the white sheets and cried. She would have liked to pine away there, in that kindly darkness, and never, never to see daylight again. Zeen pulled up his bent back, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his bare arm and drew a short breath.
After a while, they heard above their heads the regular, jogging drag of the sieve over the boarded ceiling and the fine meal-dust snowed down through the cracks, whirling round the lamp, and fell on Zeen's bed and on the women standing round. Zeen nodded his head. They held a bowl of milk to his mouth; two little white streaks ran down from the corners of his mouth into his shirt-collar.
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