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'It war Dorkis, sir, would hev me come; but we knowed nothin' o' what's happened at the Manor. She's frightened out on her wits about Miss Sarti, an' she would hev me saddle Blackbird this mornin', an' leave the ploughin', to come an' let Sir Christifer an' my lady know.
'O, Sir Christifer, if you would consider when I've sold the hay, an' corn, an' all the live things, an' paid the debts, an' put the money out to use, I shall have hardly enough to keep our souls an' bodies together. An' how can I rear my boys and put 'em 'prentice?
'Indeed, Sir Christifer, I know a deal o' farmin, an' was brought up i' the thick on it, as you may say. An' there was my husband's great-aunt managed a farm for twenty year, an' left legacies to all her nephys an' nieces, an' even to my husband, as was then a babe unborn. 'Psha! a woman six feet high, with a squint and sharp elbows, I daresay a man in petticoats.
An' he says, "Bessie," says he them was his last words "you'll mek a shift to manage the farm, if Sir Christifer 'ull let you stay on." 'Pooh, pooh! said Sir Christopher, Mrs. Hartopp's sobs having interrupted her pleadings, 'now listen to me, and try to understand a little common sense. You are about as able to manage the farm as your best milch cow.
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