Aw

[ɔ:]

If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right—if he'd ever know'd me at aw—he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
I mun tak my leave o' aw heer. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
Tis them as is put ower me, and ower aw the rest of us. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
I know weel that yo aw resolve to ha nommore ado wi' a man who is not wi' yo in this matther. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
Aw that's now about me in this room were heer afore I coom, an' will be heer when I am gone. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
If there is any right for me at aw, my friends, I think 'tis that. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
I know weel, aw what's afore me. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
Think on 't once agen, lad, afore thou'rt shunned by aw owd friends. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
Tis a muddle, and that's aw. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
An' I canna think the fawt is aw wi' us. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
That's aw enden 'twixt him and me. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
Sir, yo will clear me an' mak my name good wi' aw men. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
Aw hell, I wish Grandfather was here, he thought. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.

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