conscience-like

Updated: May 24, 2025

And some mon gets knocked nigh endways when they bring his best tyke home i' th' mornin', dead, wi' the sheep's wool yet stickin' in his mouth." The postman whistled again. "It's what owd Wrottesley'd tell on to a tick. And he'd say, if ye mind, Master, as hoo the dog'd niver kill his master's sheep kind o' conscience-like." "Ay, I've heard that," said the Master.

Alfred Ollivant - Bob, Son of Battle