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"Yo' used t' saay yo' were." "How silly of me. And I used to be afraid of Maggie." "I've been afraaid of Maaggie afore now. She's got a roough side t' 'er toongue and she can use it. But she'll nat use it on yo'. Yo've naw call to be afraaid ef annybody. There isn't woon would hoort a lil thing like yo'." "They say things about me. I know they do." "And yo' dawn't keer what they saay, do yo'?"
He turned to her, infinitely reverent, infinitely tender. "Will yo' staay with 'im? Or will yo' coom with mae?" "I'll come with you." With one shoulder turned to her father, she cowered to her lover's breast. "Ay, an' yo' need n' be afraaid I'll not bae sober. I'll bae sober enoof now. D'ye 'ear, Mr. Cartaret? Yo' need n' bae afraaid, either. I'll kape sober.
I'd kape sober all my life ef it was awnly t' spite yo'. An' I'll maake 'er 'appy. For I rackon theer's noothin' I could think on would spite yo' moor. Yo' want mae t' marry 'er t' poonish 'er. I knaw." "That'll do, Greatorex," said Rowcliffe. "Ay. It'll do," said Greatorex with a grin of satisfaction. He turned to Alice, the triumph still flaming in his face. "Yo're nat afraaid of mae?"
No young womon need be frightened of speakin' to Peter Portgartha. And with that she spaaks at last, with a quick little gasp like a sob I'm thinking I can hear it at this minute 'Aw, she says, 'why caan't you leave me alone? 'Never be afraaid, I says, for I have my pride like other folk, 'I'll say no more. Peter Portgartha has no need to foorce his conversation where it ain't welcome."
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