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She was the reverse of strait-laced; her morals were nothing in particular, and her ideas on all subjects, whether on righteousness or wickedness, the broadest of the broad. She went neither to church nor chapel on Sundays she professed no religion, although when pressed on the point she would not admit that it worn't there. "May be it wor," she would say, only she had no time for it just now.
'Yo little sloot! she said, seizing her by the arm again, and losing her temper for good and all, 'yo've got your mither's bad blude in yo an it ull coom out, happen what may! 'Hannah! exclaimed Reuben, 'Hannah mind yoursel. 'My mither's dead, said the child, slowly raising her dark, burning eyes. 'My mither worn't bad; an if yo say she wor, yo're a beast for sayin it!
"Aye top o' the stairs right-'and side," groaned John. "An' John locked it hisself, an' tuk the key?" Saunders proceeded. John plucked at his neck again, and, dumbly, held out the key. "An' there worn't nothin' wrong wi' the lock when yo' opened it, John?" "Nothin', Muster Saunders I'll take my davy." Saunders ruminated.
It worn't a long time ago, nor it worn't a short time ago just between the two, perhaps. 'Has any chaise been by at all? 'Oh, yes, there's been a Shay by. 'How long ago, my friend, interposed Mr. Pickwick; 'an hour? 'Ah, I dare say it might be, replied the man. 'Or two hours? inquired the post boy on the wheeler. 'Well, I shouldn't wonder if it was, returned the old man doubtfully.
"Why, Mave Sullivan," replied the other; "worn't you spakin' about her?" "Was I?" said she, "maybe so what was I sayin'?" She then put her hand to her forehead, as if she felt pain and confusion; after which she waved the nurse towards her, but on the woman stooping down, she seemed to forget that she had beckoned to her at all.
"I'll take you home in the morning all right." "I ain't done nothink to you," whined the boy. "I know. No one's going to hurt you." "You let me be, then; do you 'ear?" repeated the boy. "What did you fetch me 'ere for?" "You were nearly being killed last night," said Jack. "You're a lie, I worn't," was the polite answer. "Yes you were," said Jack. "A woman was nearly murdering you."
Yis, it wur Sinfi Lovell and nobody else what made that dukkeripen come true. And again her face was illuminated by the triumphant expression which it wore when she returned to Knockers' Llyn with Winnie. 'It was indeed your noble self-sacrifice for Winnie and me that made the dukkeripen of the Golden Hand come true. 'It worn't all for you and Winnie, Hal.
"No: but this is Atty, Owen; faix, Brian outgrew him; an' here's Mary, an' this is Bridget Oge." "Well! well! But where did these two; young shoots come from? this boy an' the colleen here? They worn't to the fore, in my time, Bridget." "This is Owen, called afther yourself, an' this is Kathleen. I needn't tell you who she was called afther."
The letters goes all through Silas's fingers to the post, and he'd know damn well this worn't among 'em. They do say he opens 'em, and reads 'em before they go; an' that's his diversion. I don't know; but I do believe that's how it be; an' if this one turned up, they'd all know it went be hand, and I'd be spotted for't. 'But you know who I am, Tom, and I'd save you, said I, eagerly.
An', hadn't he as good a right to get the law at his back as they have? an' to make it bring him through the same hard-hearted coorses that made him rich and keep us poor? What had he done but what others had been doin' for ages, an' wor doin' still? ay, by jabers, an' 'ud continue to do unless the people put a stop to it. Worn't his sons gintlemen no less?
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