as a matter of fact oor Kornies

as a matter of fact

bywoord

(modal) actually, in fact

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

dhe wir

heb frows

yn hwir

voorbeelde

as a matter of fact
/ dhe wir / / /

as a matter of fact heb-frows
as a matter of fact heb-frows

as a matter of fact
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verily (adv.) surely; certes sertus; truly; certainly; indeed devri, surredi, yn-hwir, yredi; beyond question verement, y'n- dhiogel, dhe-wir; actually; in effect veri; as a matter of fact heb-frows; beyond doubt; beyond question; certainly; indeed y'n dhiogel
verily (adv.) surely; certes sertus; truly; certainly; indeed devri, surredi, yn-hwir, yredi; beyond question verement, y'n- dhiogel, dhe-wir; actually; in effect veri; as a matter of fact heb-frows; beyond doubt; beyond question; certainly; indeed y'n dhiogel

‘The Gaffer can’t be blamed anyway,’ said Frodo. ‘As a matter of fact I heard him talking to a stranger, who seemed to be inquiring for me, and I nearly went and asked him who it was. I wish I had, or you had told me about it before. I might have been more careful on the road.’
‘Ny yllir blamya orth an Gafer,’ yn medh Frodo. ‘Yn hwir, my a’n goslowas ow keskewsel orth estrenn a hwilas orthiv dell hevelis, namnag yth vy ha govynn orto yn y gever. Yma edrek dhymm na wrug vy yndella, ha na wruss’ta leverel orthiv yn y gever kyns. Y fen warra dre’n kerdh.’

As a matter of fact with Merry’s help he had already chosen and bought a little house at Crickhollow in the country beyond Bucklebury. To all but Sam he pretended he was going to settle down there permanently. The decision to set out eastwards had suggested the idea to him; for Buckland was on the eastern borders of the Shire, and as he had lived there in childhood his going back would at least seem credible.
Yn hwir, gans gweres Meri, seulabrys ev re dhewisas ha prena chi byghan yn Krykholow y’n tir dres Bukelberi. Dhe dus oll, marnas Sam, ev a dholas ev dhe witha ena yn fast. An ervirans dhe vones war-howldrevel re brofyas an dybyans dhodho; drefenn bos Bukland dhe emlow howldrevel an Shayr, ha, drefenn ev dhe driga ena dres y flogholeth, dehweles ena a havalsa krysadow dhe’n lyha.

The people in the Marish were friendly with the Bucklanders, and the authority of the Master of the Hall (as the head of the Brandybuck family was called) was still acknowledged by the farmers between Stock and Rushey. But most of the folk of the old Shire regarded the Bucklanders as peculiar, half foreigners as it were. Though, as a matter of fact, they were not very different from the other hobbits of the Four Farthings. Except in one point: they were fond of boats, and some of them could swim.
Tus y’n Marysh o kowethek orth an Buklandoryon , hag awtorita ‘Mester An Hel’ (dell veu henwys penn an teylu Brandibuk), a veu aswonnys gans an tiogyon ynter Stokk ha Rushi. Mes brassa rann a dus an Shayr Koth a dybis an Buklandoryon dhe vos koynt, hanter-estrenyon martesen. Mes yn hwir, nyns ens i pur dhihaval diworth hobytow a’n peswar ferdhyn. Marnas dres unn fordh: kokow o da gansa, ha nebes anedha a allas neuvya.

fact, as a matter of heb-frows
fact, as a matter of heb-frows

matter of fact, as a heb-frows mattock (n.) bydik
matter of fact, as a heb-frows mattock (n.) bydik

“I’d like to get some food to them – to keep them going till relief comes. If it comes. Any ideas?” I expected that Paul would think this a dangerous, if not impossible, task to achieve. But, no. His response was as quick as it was matter-of-fact: “There’s a truck parked just to the North of the cemetery in Lygon Street, a refrigerated truck like they use to make deliveries to supermarkets. I saw it on the afternoon of day two, just before everything went black for me. The diesel engine was still idling at the time and the refrigeration unit was still running. No sign of any driver. The truck might still be there.” Amazing. “And full of food?” I asked. “Probably. I didn’t bother to check inside. Charles and I had already raided the gate-keeper’s house. We didn’t need more food at that time – and it wasn’t worth the risk of exposing ourselves by going out in the open. However, as you can see, I made a mental note of the vehicle for future reference.” “Will you come with me and David to check it out?” “Fuck off!” said Paul. “You don’t need me and, even if you did, I’m not yet that hungry.” There was nothing more to be said. I called out to David. He didn’t come. I needed to go inside to arouse him from his afternoon torpor. (Yes, I did kick him and, yes, he did complain loudly.) “Come on, Dave. We’ve got work to do.”
“My a garsa kavoes nebes boes ragdha – rag aga skoedhya bys pan dheu difresyans. Mar teu ev. Eus tybyansow dhiso jy?” My re waytsa Powl dhe grysi bos hemma oberenn peryllus - ma na ve anpossybyl yn tien bos gwrys. Byttegyns, nyns o hemma y gryjyans mann. Y worthyp ev o uskis ha heb trynn: “Yma kert kevelsys parkyes a-gledhbarth an ynkleudhva yn Stret Lygon, kert- yeynell kepar dell yw usyes rag doen proviansow dhe’n gorvarghasow. My a’n welas dohajydh an nessa dydh, kyns dhe dhos an duder oll dhe’m brys. Yth esa hwath owth oberi yn lent an jynn disel y’n tor’ na. Nyns esa sin vyth a’y lywyer. Possybyl yw an kert dhe vos ena hwath.” Ass o hemma marthek. “Ha lenwys gans boes?” a wovynnis vy. “Gwirhaval yw. Ny omdroblis vy rag mires a-bervedh. My ha Charles re omsettsa seulabrys war ji porther. Nyns esa edhomm a voes moy y’n termyn na – ha ny dela an peryll dhe omdhiskwedhes yn apert. Byttegyns, dell yllydh gweles, my a notyas y’m brys presens a’n kert ma rag gul devnydh possybyl anodho y’n termyn a dho. “A vynnydh dos genev ha Davydh rag mires orto?” “Ke dhe-ves!” yn-medh Powl. “Nyns eus edhomm vyth dhywgh ahanan ha, mars esa edhomm yn hwir, ny vien hwath nownek lowr rag henna.” Nyns esa travyth moy bos leverys. My a elwis dhe Dhavydh. Ny dheuth ev. Res o dhymm entras a-bervedh rag y waya dhiworth marder y dhohajydh. (Ya, my a wrug y botya ha, ya, ev a wrug krodhvolas yn ughel.) “Deun yn-rag, ‘Dhav. Yma res dhyn a wul oberenn.”

All the one hundred and forty-four guests expected a pleasant feast; though they rather dreaded the after-dinner speech of their host (an inevitable item). He was liable to drag in bits of what he called poetry; and sometimes, after a glass or two, would allude to the absurd adventures of his mysterious journey. The guests were not disappointed: they had a very pleasant feast, in fact an engrossing entertainment: rich, abundant, varied, and prolonged. The purchase of provisions fell almost to nothing throughout the district in the ensuing weeks; but as Bilbo’s catering had depleted the stocks of most stores, cellars and warehouses for miles around, that did not matter much.
Yth esa gwaytyans dhe oll an gwester a worfalster a voes, kynth esa own dhedha a-dro dhe areth wosa-koen aga ost (tra anwoheladow). Ev a wre devnydh a demmik a dhaffar hag o henwys bardhonieth ganso; ha treweythyow, wosa diwes po dew, kampoella an anethow gokki a’y vyaj kevrinek. Yndella yth o: an gorfalster o pur dha yn hwir. Prenasow a voes y’n ranndir na a iselhas dhe ogas ha travyth dres an seythunyow a dho; mes nyns o henna kudynn drefenn prenassa Bylbo dhe waghe brassa rann an gwerthjiow ha dorgellow-diwes dre vildiryow a-dro.