Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 1 by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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seeing the press-gang go past carrying some of the crew of the
whaler to the Randyvowse. 'Ay, ay,' said Mr. John, quickly passing on into the shop on tip-toe, as if he were afraid he were intruding in his own premises, and beckoning Philip to follow him there. 'Out of strife cometh strife. I guessed something of the sort was up from what I heard on t' bridge as I came across fra' brother Jeremiah's.' Here he softly shut the door between the parlour and the shop. 'It beareth hard on th' expectant women and childer; nor is it to be wondered at that they, being unconverted, rage together (poor creatures!) like the very heathen. Philip,' he said, coming nearer to his 'head young man,' 'keep Nicholas and Henry at work in the ware-room upstairs until this riot be over, for it would grieve me if they were misled into violence.' Philip hesitated. 'Speak out, man! Always ease an uneasy heart, and never let it get hidebound.' 'I had thought to convoy my cousin and the other young woman home, for the town is like to be rough, and it's getting dark.' 'And thou shalt, my lad,' said the good old man; 'and I myself will try and restrain the natural inclinations of Nicholas and Henry.' But when he went to find the shop-boys with a gentle homily on his lips, those to whom it should have been addressed were absent. In consequence of the riotous state of things, all the other shops in |
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