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The Salamanca Corpus: Yeoman Fleetwood (1900)
soon it were the 'titus as aught else, Simon. 'Tis a very decent complaint. Mrs.
Charnock— Squire's first missis, you know –well, she died o’ th’
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'titus. And Mr. Renshaw's father were carried off by it too. ‘Tis a deal better nor a
stroke, or a bad leg or that, and gives a lot less trouble."
“I am sure nobody would mind the trouble, Aunt Binney," said Simon, “if there were
any hope that you could get well.”
A paroxysm of coughing prevented Miss Belinda's comment on this affectionate
statement; but, by-and-bye, gazing at him somewhat mournfully with her head on one
side, she observed feelingly:—
“Ye’ll be like to miss me, lad — I know that well. Aye, 'twill be terrible lonesome for
ye, when I'm gone. As long as Susan lives ye'll manage right enough, but eh, dear!
whatever 'ull ye do when she goes — and she's nigh on seventy now, Susan is. But we
must leave all to the Almighty. Happen ye'll not live so long yersel', Nephew. Eh! many
a time I think what wi' riding they young horses, and walking about among bulls and
sich like, 'tis a mercy ye've been spared till now. I shouldn't wonder, Simon, if ye
followed me before aught was long."
This cheerful prognostication seemed to revive her spirits considerably; her wrinkled
face wreathed itself with smiles.
"There's one thing, Nephew, I'd like to settle while I've my senses right. I'd been
thinking, Simon, of making a new will. But before I get agate at it, I'd like to have a
word wi' Miss Charnock. Ye see, lad, I reckon to leave her a little legacy — Cousin
Pringle ‘ull have the most of what I have to leave — she's always looked for it, poor
soul, and named the oldest lass after me an' all, an' I'd be loth to disappoint her. 'Tisn't as
if you wanted for aught — my little bit o’ money 'ud be no loss to you, Simon, and I
know you've never counted on't."
Simon hastened to assure the good old lady of his
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