THREE:"Could you do it wud all the colours on it and all that?all the pinks you git on it sometimes, and the lovely yaller the gorse m?akes?"
THREE:"When ull he w?ake up?" asked Mrs. Backfield in the feeble voice her tears had left her.
THREE:"Man is but dust, and a breath may blow him away. I was born, Lady de Boteler, but to die; and there is not a morning, since I have abided in this dungeon, but, as I have watched the first rays of light stream through yonder grating, I have thought, shall my eyes behold the departing day! and, as well as a sinner may do, I prepared for my end. But, lady, are the thousands but as one man?and think you that the spirit which has gone forth"
TWO:"YesOdiam!" he continued, clenching his fists"that blasted farm of yourn wot's the curse of us all. Here we're made to work, and never given a penny fur[Pg 189] our labourwe're treated worse than the lowest farm-hands, like dogs, we are. Robert stole money to git away, and can you wonder that when I see my chance I should t?ake it. I'm no RadicalI d?an't care one way or t'otherbut when the Radicals offered me money to write verses fur 'em, I wurn't going to say 'no.' They promised to m?ake my fortun, and save me from you and your old farm, which I wish was in hell."
TWO:That night was a purging. From thenceforward Reuben was to press on straight to his goal, with no more slackenings or diversions.