` First , by the wings an ' the whistlin ' , she thought it was peewits , but last she arose an ' dressed herself , an ' opened her door to the Marsh , an ' she felt the Trouble an ' the Groanin ' all about her , strong as fever an ' ague , an ' she calls : `` What is it ? Oh , what is it ? '' ` Then 't was all like the frogs in the diks peepin ' ; then 't was all like the reeds in the diks clip-clappin ' ; an ' then the great Tide-wave rummelled along the Wall , an ' she could n't hear proper . ` Three times she called , an ' three times the Tide-wave did her down . But she catched the quiet between , an ' she cries out , `` What is the Trouble on the Marsh that 's been lying down with my heart an ' arising with my body this month gone ? '' She felt a liddle hand lay hold on her gown-hem , an ' she stooped to the pull o ' that liddle hand . ' Tom Shoesmith spread his huge fist before the fire and smiled at it . ' `` Will the sea drown the Marsh ? '' she says . She was a Marsh woman first an ' foremost . ' `` No , '' says the liddle voice . `` Sleep sound for all o ' that . '' ' `` Is the Plague comin ' to the Marsh ? '' she says . Them was all the ills she knowed . ' `` No . Sleep sound for all o ' that , '' says Robin . ` She turned about , half mindful to go in , but the liddle voices grieved that shrill an ' sorrowful she turns back , an ' she cries : `` If it is not a Trouble of Flesh an ' Blood , what can I do ? '' ` The Pharisees cried out upon her from all round to fetch them a boat to sail to France , an ' come back no more . ' `` There 's a boat on the Wall , '' she says , `` but I ca n't push it down to the sea , nor sail it when 't is there . '' '
`` Lend us your sons , '' says all the XXXXX .
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