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'To answer this was trenching upon too dangerous ground, so there was a pause. "Is the young lady a Scotchwoman, papa?" "Yes" drily enough. "Has she much of the accent, sir?" "Much of the devil!" answered my father hastily; "do you think I care about a's and aa's, and i's and ee's,? I tell you, Julia, I am serious in the matter.
"Friend," he said, "some men have fame thrust upon them, but you have achieved it. To-night you pierced the heel of Achilles. Here's to you!" "I dunno wot 'ee's saying mister, but 'good health'," said Bates, swigging the wine with gusto. "Now, for your master's sake, not a word to a soul about this hubbub." "Right you are, sir! But that there pryin' Robinson wur on t' bridge five minutes since.
As for 'im, 'ee said, 'ee'd have kep it for you if you'd asked him, but you'd been like a bear with a sore 'ead, 'ee said ever since Mrs. Moulsey's affair so 'ee didn't suppose you would. 'Well, 'ee's about right there, said John, grimly; ''ee's talkin sense for onst when 'ee says that. I'd dig a hole in the hill and bury it sooner nor I'd trust it to 'im I would, by he swore vigorously.
There ain't much to make a child 'appy in that 'ouse. Westall, ee's that mad about them poachers over Tudley End; ee's like a wild bull at 'ome. I told Isabella ee'd come to knockin' ov her about some day, though ee did speak so oily when ee wor a courtin'. Now she knows as I kin see a thing or two," said Mrs. Jellison, significantly.
'Ee's got the look on it awready. Wheniver it's light I'll go fetch Muster Drew." With the first rays of the morning Bolderfield got up from the bed in Mary Anne's cottage, where she had placed him a couple of hours before, imploring him to lie still and rest himself. He slipped on his coat, the only garment he had taken off, and, taking his stick, he crept down to the cottage door.
'Ee's got the look on it awready. Wheniver it's light I'll go fetch Muster Drew. With the first rays of the morning Bolderfield got up from the bed in Mary Anne's cottage, where she had placed him a couple of hours before, imploring him to lie still and rest himself. He slipped on his coat, the only garment he had taken off, and taking his stick he crept down to the cottage door.
The cart started off, and Mrs. Thornburgh was left staring into the receding eyes of 'Jim the Noodle, who, from his seat on the near shaft, regarded her with a gaze which had passed from benevolence into a preternatural solemnity. 'He's sparin' ov 'is speach is John Backhouse, said Sarah grimly, as her mistress returned to her. 'Maybe ee's aboot reet.
Clarke says she ought to stay in bed, but of course she won't." "They're a-goin' to try 'im Thursday?" said Mrs. Jellison, inquiringly. "Yes." "An' Muster Wharton be a-goin' to defend 'im. Muster Wharton may be cliver, ee may they do say as ee can see the grass growin', ee's that knowin' but ee'll not get Jim Hurd off; there's nobody in the village as b'lieves for a moment as 'ow he will.
When she was half-way up she met a neighbour. "Have yer seen Isaac?" Bessie asked her, panting. "'Ee's at the Club, arn't 'ee?" said the woman. "Well, they won't be up yet. Jim tolt me as Muster Perris" Muster Perris was the vicar of Clinton Magna "'ad got a strange gen'leman stayin' with 'im, and was goin' to take him into the Club to-night to speak to 'em.
I don't know nothin' about his money, an' I'll not have yer insultin' me in me own place! Get out o' my kitchen, if yo' please!" Saunders buttoned his coat. "Sartinly, Mrs. Costrell, sartinly," he said, with emphasis. "Come along, John. Yer must get Watson and put it in 'is hands. 'Ee's the law, is Watson. Maybe as Mrs. Costrell 'ull listen to 'im." Mary Anne ran to Bessie in despair.
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