[Pppehrserver-legal-eu] at her and listen to her, though he dreaded

[Kolstad Allinger]

The house this ten year, and

nothing ever happened

to't before; but the crockery you've broke sin'
here in th' house you've been 'ud make a parson swear--God forgi'

me for saying so--an' if it had been boiling wort out
o' the copper, it 'ud ha' been the same, and you'd ha' been scalded
and very like lamed for life, as there's no knowing but what you will
be some day if you go on; for anybody 'ud think you'd got

the St. Vitus's Dance, to see the things you've throwed down. It's a
pity but what the bits was stacked up for you to see, though
it's neither seeing
nor hearing as 'ull make much odds to you--anybody 'ud think you war
case-hardened." Poor Molly's tears were dropping fast by this time,
and in her desperation at the lively
movement of the beer-stream towards Alick's legs, she

was converting her apron into a mop, while Mrs.

Poyser, opening the cupboard, turned a blighting
eye upon her. "Ah," she went on, "you'll do no good wi' crying an'
making more wet to wipe up. It's all your own wilfulness, as I tell
you, for
there's nobody no

call to break anything if they'll only
go the right way to work. But wooden folks had need ha' wooden things
t' handle. And here must I take the brown-and-white jug, as it's
niver been used three times this year, and go down i' the cellar
myself, and belike catch my death, and be laid up wi'
inflammation...." Mrs. Poyser had turned round from the cupboard with
the brown-and-white
jug in her hand, when she
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