[Sylvia’s Lovers Vol. I by Elizabeth Gaskell]@TWC D-Link bookSylvia’s Lovers Vol. I CHAPTER IV 8/18
I ups wi' a hatchet when I saw as I were fast a-board a man-o'-war standing out for sea--it were in t' time o' the war wi' Amerikay, an' I could na stomach the thought o' being murdered i' my own language--so I ups wi' a hatchet, and I says to Bill Watson, says I, "Now, my lad, if thou'll do me a kindness, I'll pay thee back, niver fear, and they'll be glad enough to get shut on us, and send us to old England again.
Just come down with a will." Now, missus, why can't ye sit still and listen to me, 'stead o' pottering after pans and what not ?' said he, speaking crossly to his wife, who had heard the story scores of times, and, it must be confessed, was making some noise in preparing bread and milk for Sylvia's supper. Bell did not say a word in reply, but Sylvia tapped his shoulder with a pretty little authoritative air. 'It's for me, feyther.
I'm just keen-set for my supper.
Once let me get quickly set down to it, and Philip there to his glass o' grog, and you'll never have such listeners in your life, and mother's mind will be at ease too.' 'Eh! thou's a wilfu' wench,' said the proud father, giving her a great slap on her back.
'Well! set thee down to thy victual, and be quiet wi' thee, for I want to finish my tale to Philip.
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