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"Where then who was it?" persevered Potts. The sexton seemed disinclined to answer; but at length said, "Meary Baldwyn, the miller's dowter o' Rough Lee, os protty a lass os ever yo see, mester. Hoo wur the apple o' her feyther's ee, an he hasna had a dry ee sin hoo deed. Wall-a-dey! we mun aw go, owd an young owd an young an protty Meary Baldwyn went young enough.
The poor fellow's eyes were full of tears, for the children, who loved him very much, clung, crying, about his knees. "God bless yees all," sobbed the kind-hearted creature. "Doan't forget Jacob, for he'll neaver forget you. Good-buoy!" Then turning to Mary, he threw his arms round her neck, and bestowed upon her fair cheek the most audible kiss I ever heard. "And doan't you forget me, Meary.
"Indeed!" exclaimed Nicholas. "What, is the poor girl bewitched?" "Bewitched to death that's all," said Potts. "Eigh poor Meary! hoo's to be berried here this mornin," observed Bess, emptying the bottle of sherris into a pot, and placing the latter on the fire. "And you think she was forespoken?" said Nicholas, addressing her. "Folk sayn so," replied Bess; "boh I'd leyther howd my tung about it."
I feel zore about the heart, Meary, and it's all com' of parting with you. Don't you feel queerish, too?" "Can't say that I do, Jacob. I shall soon see you again." "Meary, oi'm afear'd you don't feel like oie." "P'r'aps not women can't feel like men. I'm sorry that you are going, Jacob, for you have been very kind and obliging, and I wish you well."
Now, do just turn about your head and answer oie." The girl turned round, and gave him a quick, shy glance, then burst out into a simpering laugh. "Meary, will you take oie?" "I will," cried the girl, jumping up from the log, and running into the house. "Well, that bargain's made," said the lover, rubbing his hands; "and now oie'll go and bid measter and missus good-buoy."
"Meary," cried Jacob, growing desperate at her coyness, and getting quite close up to her, "will you marry oie? Say yeez or noa." This was coming close to the point. Mary drew farther from him, and turned her head away. "Meary," said Jacob, seizing upon the hand that held the apron-string, "do you think you can better yoursel'? If not why, oie'm your man.
Mary stole a look at Jacob, and he heaved a tremendous sigh, something between a yawn and a groan. "Meary," he said, "I must go." "I knew that afore," returned the girl. "I had zummat to zay to you, Meary. Do you think you will miss oie?" "What put that into your head, Jacob?" This was said very demurely. "Oie thowt, maybe, Meary, that your feelings might be zummat loike my own.
"Suthin' ought to be done," he growled, "to make Meary a little more careful o' them Amplach children; I picked up one outer the snow a mile beyond Big Bend." "God bless my soul!" said a casual passenger, looking up hastily; "I didn't know Mr. Amplach was married." Jim winked diabolically at us over his glass.
Now, do just turn about your head and answer oie." The girl turned round, and gave him a quick, shy glance, then burst out into a simpering laugh. "Meary, will you take oie?" "I will," cried the girl, jumping up from the log, and running into the house. "Well, that bargain's made," said the lover, rubbing his hands; "and now, oie'll go and bid measter and missus good-buoy."
"You are thirsting for vengeance upon Mother Demdike. You shall have it." "Eigh, eigh, you promised me vengeance efore," cried the miller "vengeance by the law. Boh ey mun wait lung for it. Ey wad ha' it swift and sure deep and deadly. Ey wad blast her wi' curses, os hoo blasted my poor Meary. Ey wad strike her deeod at my feet. That's my vengeance, mon." "You shall have it," replied the other.
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