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I durstn't stop long, for the man, whoever he were, came nearer and nearer, so I just looked about for a moment or two, and then I set off and ran for my life, and never saw my poor knife again till your John gave it me to sharpen an hour since." "Eh, Sammul," cried Betty, with a great sigh of relief, "you little thought what a stab your knife'd give your poor sister.

"I haven't heard anything of our Sammul," she said sadly, and with forced composure. "Where's fayther?" "I've been looking for him long since," replied her mother; "but I suppose he's turned into the `George." "The `George!" exclaimed Betty; "what now! surely he cannot " Before she could say more, Johnson himself entered.

You may scold us if you will, but Sammul and I must keep our pledge, and keep it gradely too." "And I say," cried her father, striking his hand violently on the table, "I'll make you both break afore ye're a day older; ye've pleased yourselves long enough, but ye shall please me now.

And, oh, he's been very good in bringing back our Sammul." "We shall have a rare family gathering when we all meet, Old Crow, Deborah, and all," said Betty. "There'll be fayther, and our John, and our Sammul, and our Jacob, and our Deborah, and Old Crow, and little Sammul, and the babe. We must get the squire to build us another cottage."

"Why, Johnson, is that you?" exclaimed Ned Brierley; "come in, man, and sit ye down. Reach him a chair, Esther," he said to his youngest daughter. "Well, Ned," said Johnson, sitting down, and drawing back his chair as near the door as he could, "I thought, maybe, you could give me a bit of advice about our Sammul. I suppose you've heard how he went off yesternight."

"The `George! no, Jim, but I can't make it out; there must be summut wrong, he came home about an hour since, and stripped and washed him, then he goes right up into the chamber, and after a bit comes down into the house with his best shoes and cap on. `Where art going, Sammul? says I. He says nothing, but crouches him down by the hearth-stone, and stares into the fire as if he seed summat strange there.

I opened it, and there were a five-shilling piece and a bit of his hair, and he'd writ on the papper, `From Sammul, for dear mother. Oh, what must I do what must I do? I shall ne'er see our Sammul any more," and the poor woman sobbed as if her heart would break.

Then we rolls up some old bits of stuff into a bundle, and lays 'em on my bed, and puts the old coverlid over 'em. Then Job and me leaves the house, and locks the door; and that, Sammul, is last I've seen of Langhurst." "And what about the thunder and lightning as scorched out the letters?" asked Samuel. "Only an old woman's tale, I'll be bound," said his father.

But just then a young woman came out from the cottage, leading by the hand a boy about five years old. She looked round first at her husband and then at the knife-grinder with a perplexed and startled gaze. The next moment, with a cry of "Betty!" "Sammul!" brother and sister were locked in each other's arms, it was even so the lost were found at last.

"No, I'm not; but 'twould have been the making on us all if I had signed years ago; no, I only just want a bit of talk with Ned about our Sammul;" and he walked out. Ned Brierley was just what Alice Johnson, and scores more too, called him, a bigoted teetotaller, or, as he preferred to call himself total abstainer. He was bigoted; in other words, he had not taken up total abstinence by halves.

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