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He pays me aforehand; an' he pays me down for whativer a've getten for him; but that's but little; he's noane up t' his vittle, though a've made him some broth as good as a could make 'em. 'I wouldn't send him away till he was well again, if I were yo; but I think yo'd be better rid on him, said Sylvia. 'It would be different if yo'r brother were in Monkshaven. As she spoke she rose to go.
Yo'r sheep will be a' folded, a reckon, Measter Pratt, for there'll niver be a nibble o' grass to be seen this two month, accordin' to my readin'; and a've been at sea long enough, and on land long enough t' know signs and wonders. It's good stuff that, any way, and worth comin' for, after he had gulped down a tumblerful of half-and-half grog.
I believe women are at the bottom of every plague in this world. Be off with you. 'I'm obleeged to yo' for a' yo'r kindness, measter, and most of a' for yo'r civil way o' saying good-bye. Mr. Thornton did not deign a reply.
That's what I came for t' ask yo'. I know I mun not stay theere, and Philip gone away; and I dunnot know what to do: and I'll do aught, only I must keep her wi' me. Whativer can I do, sir? Jeremiah thought it over for a minute or two. Then he replied, 'I must have time to think. I must talk it over with brother John. 'But you've given me yo'r word, sir! exclaimed she.
Think o' me," continued Captain Bunker with a tentative chuckle, "sort o' pretendin' to hand yo'r auntie to Kernel Marion for for his lady love! I don't wonder ye's half frighted and half laffin'," he added, as his wife uttered a hysterical cry; "it WAS awful!
So there was nothing for it but for him to go, in the first flush of his delightful rites of hospitality. 'It's not far, said he, consoling himself rather than them. 'I'll be back in ten minutes, the tea is maskit, and Phoebe will take yo'r wet things and dry 'em by t' kitchen fire; and here's the stairs, opening a door in the corner of the room, from which the stairs immediately ascended.
I counted a' th' clocks in the town striking afore I'd leave my work. No! yon Thornton's good enough for to fight wi', but too good for to be cheated. It were you as getten me the place, and I thank yo' for it. Thornton's is not a bad mill, as times go. Stand down, lad, and say yo'r pretty hymn to Miss Margaret. That's right; steady on thy legs, and right arm out as straight as a shewer.
'There's many a one ready to come after yo'; and yo'r mother is not o'er captivated wi' me; and there's yon tall fellow of a cousin as looks black at me, for if I'm not mista'en he's a notion of being sweet on yo' hisself. 'Not he, said Sylvia, with some contempt in her tone. 'He's so full o' business and t' shop, and o' makin' money, and gettin' wealth.
Yo'-all keep on and yo'll sure find yo'r tombstone out there some day." He never dreamed that he had named a town. Nor did Schiefflin think much of it at the moment: he had received other warnings, just as strong, before. But none of them had been put as neatly as this. So the words abode in his memory although they did not affect his comings and goings in the least.
"'Specially when 'e was lookin' down an' grinnin' in your face," retorted Bruce, who had enjoyed hugely his comrade's ill luck. "Jimmy, at that distance you should a'most ha' killed 'im with a rock!" "My gun was under me," explained Langdon for the twentieth time. "W'ich ain't just the proper place for a gun to be when yo'r hunting a grizzly," reminded Bruce. "The gully was confoundedly steep.
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