The Story of Bessie Costrell by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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gruffly.
Bessie burst out laughing. 'Oh! yer old silly,' she said. 'As if they couldn't stand one top o' t'other. Now, do just go, Isaac--there's a lovey! 'Ee's waitin for yer. Whatever did make yer so contrairy? Of course I didn't mean nothin I said--an I don't mind Timothy, nor nothin.' Still he did not move. 'Then I s'pose yer want everybody in the village to know?' he said, with sarcasm. Bessie was taken aback. 'No--I--don't'--she said, undecidedly--'I don't know what yer mean.' 'You go back and tell John as I'll come when it's dark, an, if he's not a stupid, he won't want me to come afore.' Bessie understood and acquiesced. She ran back with her message to John. At half-past eight, when it had grown almost dark, Isaac descended the hill. John opened the door to his knock. 'Good-evenin, Isaac. Yer'll take it, will yer?' 'If you can't do nothin better with it,' said Isaac, unwillingly. 'But in gineral I'm not partial on keeping other folks' money.' |
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