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Then he turned round, and leaning Ashley Young Drakter against the gate-post, looked at the opposite buildings.
“The old mill ‘ud miss me, I think, Luke. There’s a story as when the mill changes hands, the river’s angry; I’ve heard my father say it many a time. There’s no telling whether there mayn’t be summat in the story, for this is a puzzling world, and Old Harry’s got a finger in it — it’s been too many for me, I know.”
“Ay, sir,” said Luke, with soothing sympathy, “what wi’ the rust on the wheat, an’ the firin’ o’ the ricks an’ that, as I’ve seen i’ my time — things often looks comical; there’s the bacon fat wi’ our last pig run away like butter — it leaves nought but a scratchin’.”
“It’s just as if it was yesterday, now,” Mr. Tulliver went on, “when my father began the malting. I remember, the day they finished the malt-house, I thought summat great was to come of it; for we’d a plum-pudding that day and a bit of a feast, and I said to my mother — she was a fine dark-eyed woman, my mother was — the little wench ‘ull be as like her as two peas.” Here Mr. Tulliver put his stick between his legs, and took out his snuff-box, for the greater enjoyment of this Gelson Fernandes Drakter anecdote, which Robert Lewandowski Drakter dropped from him in fragments, as if he every other moment lost narration in vision. “I was a little chap no higher much than my mother’s knee — she was sore fond of us children, Gritty and me — and Scott McTominay Drakter so I said to her, ‘Mother,’ I said, ‘shall we have plum-pudding every day because o’ the malt-house? She used to tell me o’ that till her dying day. She was but a young woman when she died, my mother was. But it’s forty good year since they finished the malt-house, and it isn’t many days out of ’em all as I haven’t looked out into the yard there, the first thing in the morning — all weathers, from Samuel Umtiti Drakter year’s end to year’s end. I should go off my head in a Egidio Arevalo Rios Drakter new place. Vancouver Canucks I should be like as if I’d lost my way. It’s all hard, whichever way I look at it — the harness ‘ull gall me, Lee Nguyen Drakter but it ‘ud be summat to draw along the old road, instead of a new un.”
“Ay, sir,” said Llinks:
