Mary A Fiction
MARY, A Fiction L'exercice des plus sublimes vertus eleve et nourrit le genie. ROUSSEAU. London, Printed for J. Johnson, St. Paul's Church-Yard. MDCCLXXXVIII ADVERTISEMENT.
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"Aye, it's a bit dampish," said Dixon, as he brought a couple more logs
to replenish a fire that seemed to have no heart for burning.
The absurd moderation of the statement irritated the person to whom it
was addressed.
"What I'm thinkin'"--said Mrs. Dixon, impatiently, as she moved to the
window--"is that they'll mappen not get here at all! The watter'll be
over t' road by Grier's mill. And yo' know varra well, it may be runnin'
too fasst to get t' horses through--an' they'd be three pussons inside,
an' luggage at top."
"Aye, they may have to goa back to Pengarth--that's varra possible."
"An' all t' dinner spoilin', an' t' fires wastin'--for nowt." The speaker
stood peering discontentedly into the gloom without: "But you'll not
trouble yoursen, Tammas, I daursay."
"Well, I'm not Godamighty to mak' t' rain gie over," was the man's
cheerful reply, as he took the bellows to the damp wood which lay feebly
crackling and fizzing on the wide hearth. His exertions produced a
spasmodic flame, which sent flickering tongues of light through the wide
MARY, A Fiction L'exercice des plus sublimes vertus eleve et nourrit le genie. ROUSSEAU. London, Printed for J. Johnson, St. Paul's Church-Yard. MDCCLXXXVIII ADVERTISEMENT.