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For some minutes Mary and her stepfather remained in this position, and then the former, after imprinting a kiss on Learoyd's forehead, rose softly to her feet and set to work to prepare the dinner.
"I've coom to tak care o' thee," Mary replied. "Thou's coom to plague me, that's what thou's coom for. I know thee. I've seen thee o' neights, aye, an' i' t' daytime too; an' if it's revenge thou wants, I tell thee thou's gotten it already, capital an' interest, interest an' capital." Mary's swift intuition afforded her an insight into Learoyd's mind.
Even dreamy Learoyd's eyes began to brighten, and he unburdened himself of a long history in which a trip to Malham Cove, a girl at Pateley Brigg, a ganger, himself and a pair of clogs were mixed in drawling tangle. "An' so Ah coot's yead oppen from t' chin to t' hair, an' he was abed for t' matter o' a month," concluded Learoyd, pensively.
Lambert's head was poking out of Learoyd's window as I went back through the front quad, and thinking that I might as well get this thing finished off at once, I ran up-stairs and found Dennison and him in possession of Learoyd's rooms. "Much of a row?" Dennison said, with a kind of sickly sarcastic smile which meant that he had scored off me pretty badly. "Row?" I asked. "Was the Subby furious?"
Collier says he isn't, and both Learoyd and Murray say he's not mad, but awfully clever or a humorist." "Murray!" I exclaimed, but Jack was losing the power to astonish me very much. "He's all right, I met him in Learoyd's room," Jack said, and began to laugh. "So Thornton isn't mad after all, and you needn't talk about freaks," I told Fred. "Do you mind hearing about this?"
One evening, after a night and day of acutest torment, he fell in an epileptic fit upon the kitchen floor, and was found there next morning by a child from the village who had come to the farm for milk. A doctor was summoned, who brought with him a nurse, and for some days Learoyd's life hung in the balance.
'An' Ah divn't see thot a mon is i' fettle for gooin' on to live; an' Ah divn't see thot there is owt for t' livin' for. Hear now, lads! Ah'm tired tired. There's nobbut watter i' ma bones. Let me die! The hollow of the arch gave back Learoyd's broken whisper in a bass boom.
Her hands dropped from the keys. It wasn't possible. He only came on Friday evening last week. This was Saturday morning. Seven days. It couldn't happen in seven days. He would be gone on Monday morning. Not ten days. "I can't I don't." Something crossing the window pane made her start and turn. Nannie Learoyd's face, looking in. Naughty Nannie.
"An' Ah divn't see thot a mon is i' fettle for gooin' on to live; an' Ah divn't see thot there is owt for t' livin' for. Hear now, lads! Ah'm tired tired. There's nobbut watter i' ma bones, Let me die!" The hollow of the arch gave back Learoyd's broken whisper in a bass boom.
I thought that was what you had come here for, though of course nothing can be done." "I haven't seen Dennison," I said, and added, "I never do if I can help it," for Learoyd's statement that nothing could be done had given me no satisfaction. "You said that you had done an essay for Edwardes which you weren't going to read. I hadn't done mine, so Dennison said you wouldn't mind me using yours.
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