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Фрэнсис Брет Гарт/ Francis Bret Harte
| After The Accident What I want is my husband, sir,-- And if you're a man, sir, You'll give me an answer,-- Where is my Joe? Penrhyn, sir, Joe,-- Caernarvonshire. Six months ago Since we came here-- Eh?--Ah, you know! Well, I am quiet And still, But I must stand here, And will! Please, I'll be strong, If you'll just let me wait Inside o' that gate Till the news comes along. 'Negligence!'-- That was the cause!-- Butchery! Are there no laws,-- Laws to protect such as we? Well, then! I won't raise my voice. There, men! I won't make no noise, Only you just let me be. Four, only four--did he say-- Saved! and the other ones?--Eh? Why do they call? Why are they all Looking and coming this way? What's that?--a message? I'll take it. I know his wife, sir, I'll break it. 'Foreman!' Ay, ay! 'Out by and by,-- Just saved his life. Say to his wife Soon he'll be free.' Will I?--God bless you! It's me! | |
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