` Last she drives the word past her teeth , an ' `` Go ! '' she says . `` Go with my Leave an ' Goodwill . '' ` Then I saw -- then , they say , she had to brace back same as if she was wadin ' in tide-water ; for the Pharisees just about flowed past her -- down the beach to the boat , I dunnamany of 'em -- with their wives an ' childern an ' valooables , all escapin ' out of cruel Old England . Silver you could hear chinkin ' , an ' liddle bundles hove down dunt on the bottom-boards , an ' passels o ' liddle swords an ' shields raklin ' , an ' liddle fingers an ' toes scratchin ' on the boatside to board her when the two sons pushed her off . That boat she sunk lower an ' lower , but all the Widow could see in it was her boys movin ' hampered-like to get at the tackle . Up sail they did , an ' away they went , deep as a Rye barge , away into the off-shore mists , an ' the Widow Whitgift she sat down an ' eased her grief till mornin ' light . ' ' I never heard she was all alone , ' said Hobden . ' I remember now . The one called Robin , he stayed with her , they tell . She was all too grievious to listen to his promises . ' ` Ah ! She should ha ' made her bargain beforehand . I allus told my woman so ! ' Hobden cried . ` No . She loaned her sons for a pure love-loan , bein ' as she sensed the Trouble on the Marshes , an ' was simple good-willin ' to ease it . ' Tom laughed softly . ` She done that . Yes , she done that !
From Hithe to Bulverhithe , fretty man an ' maid , ailin ' woman an ' wailin ' child , they took the advantage of the change in the thin airs just about as soon as the XXXXX flitted .
Marshes Pharisees Robin boatside bottom-boards dunt escapin love-loan mornin tide-water