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769 how greateful he and I, and others whom you don’t know, are to you for taking pity on him.’ ‘Ecod!’ rejoined John Browdie, drawing up his chair; ‘and I can never tell you hoo gratful soom folks that we do know would be loikewise, if they know’d I had takken pity on him.’ ‘Ah!’ exclaimed Mrs Browdie, ‘what a state I was in that night!’ ‘Were they at all disposed to give you credit for assisting in the escape?’ inquired Nicholas of John Browdie. ‘Not a bit,’ replied the Yorkshireman, extending his mouth from ear to ear. ‘There I lay, snoog in schoolmeasther’s bed long efther it was dark, and nobody coom nigh the pleace. “Weel!” thinks I, “he’s got a pretty good start, and if he bean’t whoam by noo, he never will be; so you may coom as quick as you loike, and foind us reddy”--that is, you know, schoolmeasther might coom.’ ‘I understand,’ said Nicholas. ‘Presently,’ resumed John, ‘he did coom. I heerd door shut doonstairs, and him a warking, oop in the daark. “Slow and steddy,’ I says to myself, “tak’ your time, sir--no hurry.” He cooms to the door, turns the key--turns the key when there warn’t nothing to hoold the lock--and ca’s oot ‘Hallo, there!”--“Yes,” thinks I, “you may do thot agean, and not wakken anybody, sir.” “Hallo, there,” he says, and then he stops. “Thou’d betther not aggravate me,” says schoolmeasther, efther a little time. “I’ll brak’ every boan in your boddy, Smike,” he says, efther another little time. Then all of a soodden, he sings oot for a loight, and when it cooms--ecod, such a hoorly-boorly! “Wa’at’s the matter?” says I. “He’s gane,” says he,--stark mad wi’ vengeance. “Have you heerd nought?” “Ees,” says I, “I heerd street-door shut, no time at a’ ago. I heerd a person run doon there” (pointing t’other wa’--eh?) |
