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قراءة كتاب The Turn of the Road A Play in Two Scenes and an Epilogue
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The Turn of the Road A Play in Two Scenes and an Epilogue
long ways.
Better nor bows and fiddles and such trash.
I heerd up at Bann to-day, that ye won three poun' at the Feis at Newcastle a Monday.
I knew that on Tuesday. It was fine of Robbie wasn't it?
It all depends. Da heard it for the first time to-day and I can tell you it didn't seem fine to him. Coorse a poun' or two would ha'e made a differ o' opinion same as it done wi' you I expect.
You needn't sneer at me. It was me told Robbie to keep it. He was goin' to give it all up. I wouldn't be so mean as to take it off him.
Oh you're an unusual sort of young woman I know but if Robbie John takes my advice, he better choose quick between playin' the fiddle and stayin' on here.
Give up my fiddle. Never.
Well you can plaze yourself. I suppose you could make as much by fiddlin' as if you stayed on here and waited till we had the place divid among the three of us.
Why I heard from Mr. Taylor that father was worth four or five hundred pounds and then the two farms.
Aye. You'd be a long time Robbie John earnin' that wi' your fiddle. Don't heed his fool talk son. Stay at home and nivir mind the musicians.
Robbie dear, and I'm sure Mr. Graeme would never let his daughter marry a penniless fiddler—even if she would herself. I don't know. She might and she—mightn't.
Coorse if he made a name for himself he could marry the landlord's daughter. I heerd the quality go mad after the musicianers.
Well I'm going to wash my hands.
Robbie dear. Come here.
Aye. What is it?
Take heed till yourself. I know what's going on better nor you. Take an ould man's advice. Settle yourself down and give up that string instrument. Coorse I daresay you may go and become a great man wi' it but you're more like to become a cratur like thon that was in as not. There's no good runnin' risks. And your father, I heerd him say himself, if you make your bed, you'll lie on it, for he'll nivir help you out, once you take to the fiddlin'.
Aye Robbie. Its far better not to run the risk of becoming a beggar man.
Well I'll think over it Ellen. I'll think over it.
Robbie, come out wi' me.
William John and Mrs. Granahan come in arguing excitedly.
Well you can ha'e the poun' if you like, but I can tell you its a sore pinch to make things do, what with the price of the sugar riz up and the flour.
Samuel James comes in. He takes in the situation and seats himself again on the table near Ellen who remains still seated beside it.
There. That's enough to do about it.
He goes over to armchair but does not sit down and remains facing Mrs. Granahan.
Twenty nine poun' you'll get and no more.