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'It'll be a nice time o' year, said Sylvia, a little surprised at Kester's evident discouragement at the prospect of the journey or absence; he had often been away from Monkshaven for a longer time without seeming to care so much about it. 'Well, yo' see it's a bit hard upon me for t' leave my sister she as is t' widow-woman, wheere a put up when a'm at home.
'Thou'll be belated on these fells, if thou doesn't tak' heed, shouted some one. Philip looked abroad to see whence the voice proceeded. An old stiff-legged shepherd, in a smock-frock, was within a couple of hundred yards. Philip did not answer, but staggered and stumbled towards him. 'Good lork! said the man, 'wheere hast ta been? Thou's seen Oud Harry, I think, thou looks so scared.
'It seems strange, she said, 'how as one man turns up, another just disappears. Why, it were but upo' Tuesday as Kinraid come back, as all his own folk had thought to be dead; and next day here's Measter Hepburn as is gone no one knows wheere! 'That's t' way i' this world, replied Coulson, a little sententiously.
'Thou'd best go thy ways home; a shall stay up, for it's not seemly for us a' t' go to our beds, an' a corpse in t' house; an' Nancy, as might ha' watched, is gone to her bed this hour past, like a lazy boots as she is. A can hear, too, if t' measter does come home; tho' a'll be bound he wunnot; choose wheere he is, he'll be i' bed by now, for it's well on to eleven.
Leet it, Lord, and dunnot put it aat till he geds through to wheere they've no need o' candles, becose Thaa gies them th' leet o' Thysel. The prayer over, every eye was turned to the boy, on whose face there had broken a great light a light from above. The royal repose of death reigned over the features of little Job as his mother entered the kitchen of the Granny Houses Farm.
'Thou'll be belated on these fells, if thou doesn't tak' heed, shouted some one. Philip looked abroad to see whence the voice proceeded. An old stiff-legged shepherd, in a smock-frock, was within a couple of hundred yards. Philip did not answer, but staggered and stumbled towards him. 'Good lork! said the man, 'wheere hast ta been? Thou's seen Oud Harry, I think, thou looks so scared.
He was still in the lane when Simpson, the man-of-all-work at the Mariners' Arms, crept out of some hiding-place in the deserted outbuilding, and stood suddenly face to face with Robson. The man was white with fear and rage. 'Here, tak' thy beast, and lead her wheere she'll noane hear yon cries and shouts. She's fairly moithered wi' heat an' noise.
'I know what I'm about, replied Mrs. Brunton, with a toss of her married head. Bessy resumed her inquiry. 'Is there any more to be had wheere that come fra', Sylvia? 'I don't know, replied Sylvia. 'It come fra' Foster's, and yo' can ask. 'What might it cost? said Betsy, fingering an end of it to test its quality. 'I can't tell, said Sylvia, 'it were a present.
Molly Brunton gave vent to her opinion on Sylvia's speech in the following words: 'Hoighty-toighty! That tells tales, lass. If yo' treated steady Philip to many such looks an' speeches as yo'n given us now, it's easy t' see why he took hisself off. Why, Sylvia, I niver saw it in yo' when yo' was a girl; yo're grown into a regular little vixen, theere wheere yo' stand!
An' sin' that day him and me's been as thick as thieves, only he's niver telled me nought of who he is, or wheere he comes fra'. But a think he's one o' them poor colliers, as has getten brunt i' t' coal-pits; for, t' be sure, his face is a' black wi' fire-marks; an' o' late days he's ta'en t' his bed, an' just lies there sighing, for one can hear him plain as dayleet thro' t' bit partition wa'.
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