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It was of no use for him to track Stephen to his home, for he knew how crowded it was in those narrow streets; and though a "row" would probably be a matter of daily occurrence, there was every likelihood that the men who looked on might take the side of their own neighbour against a stranger like Simon. "But my time'll come yet," he said to himself, "if I wait long enough."
But his time'll come God knows how many men he'll break in the meantime, though." As John Porter passed Danby's box going up into the stand, the latter leaned over in his chair, touched him on the arm and said, "Come in and take a seat." "I can't," replied the other man, "my daughter is up there somewhere."
Zeena, after feeding the cat, had returned to her rocking-chair by the stove, and Jotham Powell, who always lingered last, reluctantly pushed back his chair and moved toward the door. On the threshold he turned back to say to Ethan: "What time'll I come round for Mattie?" Ethan was standing near the window, mechanically filling his pipe while he watched Mattie move to and fro.
The time'll come for it and then, you cats!" Wilfrid inquired how long this state of things had been going on. Jenna replied that they appeared to be in the middle of it; nearly a week. Another week, and their, day would arrive; and then! "Have you heard anything of a Count Ammiani here?" said Wilfrid. "Oh! he's one of the lot, I believe. We have him fast, as we'll have the bundle of them.
"Time'll pass soon enough, my son. Next summer will be here quick. Then her'll have grawin' corn to look at and fine crops risin', an' more things feedin' on the Moor in sight of her eyes. You see, upland farms do look a little thin to them who have lived all their time in the fatness of the valleys."
She broached the subject of letting out a tuck. But mother said the pink organdie was long enough too long, really. And Aunt Nettie chimed in: "Why is it that girls can never get old quickly enough? The time'll come soon enough when they'll wish they could wear short dresses again!" Missy listened with inner rebellion.
"So that you may pull their gowns to pieces and unpick their characters," he said. "Never mind, Stella! The time'll come when we shall settle down to domestic bliss at Camberley on twopence-halfpenny a year. That'll be jolly, won't it? Long walks over the heather and quiet evenings alone with me. You must look forward to that, my dear."
Heaven's no need to be a big plaace theer 'edn' gwaine to be no crowdin' theer. 'Tis hell as'll fill space wi' its roominess." "I be gwaine," answered Mr. Chirgwin. "Us have talked three hour by the clock, an' us ain't gotten wan thot in common. I trusts in Christ; you trusts in yourself. Time'll shaw which was right. They exchanged some further remarks in a similar strain.
I betcher it's twelve almost. So let's play a game, and the time'll pass so quick!" "I can't wait till morning for a drink!" she cried. "I'm so thirsty! And I want to lie down!" "Now," he started off cheerily, " now, we'll play the way we used t' before y' got grown-up. Remember all the nice things we used t' do? Callin' on the Queen, and dancin' parties, and " "My back hurts! Awful!"
"All right," said Jim, in the tone of a man who felt that it was all wrong "all right; but the time'll come when you'll wish I'd You ain't doin' the girl enough good to make up for the harm you're doin' yourself." He broke off again, and said in a tone of peculiar meaning: "I'm done. I'm all through, and I c'n see you're through with Jim Hartley. Why, Bert, look here No? All right!"
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