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But," she went on, looking at Adam, "donna thee talk o' goin' south'ard or north'ard, an' leavin' thy feyther and mother i' the churchyard, an' goin' to a country as they know nothin' on. I'll ne'er rest i' my grave if I donna see thee i' the churchyard of a Sunday." "Donna fear, mother," said Adam. "If I hadna made up my mind not to go, I should ha' been gone before now."
"Why, Mother," he said, "how is it as Father's working so late?" "It's none o' thy feyther as is a-workin' thee might know that well anoof if thy head warna full o' chapellin' it's thy brother as does iverything, for there's niver nobody else i' th' way to do nothin'."
He was half naked, old and bent, with matted grey hair and beard hanging almost to his waist. His chest and legs were bleeding from a score of scratches; and he pointed at the cat, opening and shutting his mouth like a dog, and barking out curse upon curse. No way upset, Joan stepped across the kitchen, laid me on one of the bracken beds, and explain'd "That's feyther: he's drunk."
Feyther planted a bush just for mother, wheere it allays came up early, nigh t' old elder-tree; and if yo'd not mind, I could run theere while she sleeps, and be back again in an hour, and it's not seven now.
Oh, feyther! feyther! she choked out, almost stuffing her apron into her mouth to deaden the sound, and catching at Philip's hand, and wringing it with convulsive force, till the pain that he loved was nearly more than he could bear.
All three glanced toward him questioningly as he approached, and when he sat down Janner spoke: "Hasna tha' heerd th' news?" he asked. "Nay," Seth answered, "I ha' heerd nowt." Bess interposed hurriedly: "Dunnot yo' fear him, feyther," she said. "Happen it isna so bad, after aw.
"Doctor says he'll never be no better, an' I'm sure he's a misery to hissel', as well's every one else. Aren't ye, feyther?" "Ah," grunts feyther. "I'd be fain to go. I would I'd be fain."
Charley! good kind feyther was hung on a gallows; and mother lost her sense and grew silly in grief, and we were like to be turned out on t' wide world, and poor mother dateless and I thought yo' were dead oh! I thought yo' were dead, I did oh, Charley, Charley! By this time they were in each other's arms, she with her head on his shoulder, crying as if her heart would break.
'Come away to Philip, said she again, urging Sylvia, by her looks and manner, to prepare for the little journey. Sylvia moved away for this purpose, saying to herself, 'It's going to see feyther: he will tell me all. Poor Mrs.
'Thou'd ha' been t' first t' pluck him down if he'd screeched out. 'An' a'll warrant if they come about wi' a paper asking for feyther's name to make up for what Hobbs has lost by t' fire, feyther 'll be for giving him summut, said Sylvia. 'Thou knows nought about it, said Daniel. 'Hold thy tongue next time till thou's axed to speak, my wench.
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