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But the horses pulled bravely, the noise and the flood were left behind, and a bit of ascending road brought the travellers on to dry land again. The carriage stopped. The two labourers who had guided them approached the window, which Melrose had let down. "Yo'll do now!" they shouted with cheerful faces. "You've nobbut to do but keep straight on, an' yo'll be at t' Tower in a coople o' miles."
'Is it thee, Daniel Robson? asked his neighbour, in a low tone. 'Ay! Who else should it be? 'A dunno. 'If a am to be any one else, I'd like to be a chap of nobbut eight stun. A'm welly done for! 'It were as bloody a shame as iver I heerd on. Who's to go t' t' next fire, a'd like to know! 'A tell yo' what, lads, said Daniel, recovering his breath, but speaking in gasps.
"It seems a pity, Miss Heptonstall, as it's only yoursel' ye're doin' it for " "Why so?" interrupted Margaret snappishly. "Well, it seems sich terrible waste, ye know. It seems a pity ye shouldn't be doin' for soombry else at th' same time." "I dunnot want to do for nobry, nobbut mysel'," returned Margaret with a toss of her head.
I stood theer on t' door-sill for mebbe five minutes an' then I said to misel, I'll just run down as far as Janet's Cove afore I gan to bed. It were a bit cowd, so I lapped my shawl around my head an' set off. "'Twere nobbut a two-three minutes' walk, an' afore vara lang I were sittin' anent t' rocks, an' t' mooin were glisterin' through t' esh-trees on to t' watter.
"'Ow did any of us know what yer'd got in your box? Did yer ever show it to me, or Mary Anne there, or any livin' soul in Clinton? Did yer?" She waited, hawk-like, for the answer. "Did yer, John?" repeated Saunders, judicially. John groaned, rocking himself to and fro. "Noa. I niver did I niver did," he said. "Nobbut to Eliza an' she's gone she's gone!"
I don't believe he'd ha' died but for that, because I nobbut give him but one hit. I thowt I'd better make mysel' scarce for a while, so I left Liverpool and went to Preston. Were you ever in Preston?" I said I was. "Well then, you'll remember Melling, the fish-monger, a varra big, fat man.
"When he'd finished his tale I gave out that I reckoned it nobbut blether, but I minded all the same; and that neet, when I were i' bed, I couldn't give ower thinking o' what he'd said, and I made up my mind that I'd set the peat-ash on the hearthstone come Thorsday neet. Next morning I thought different, but all the same I couldn't get shut o' the temptation.
"When we wor little 'uns, fadther used to give me an Hubert a silver saxpence the day he browt home t' fresh melder fro' t' mill," said Polly; "theer was parlish little nobbut paritch and oatcake to eat when we wor small. An now I'll uphold yo there isn't a farm servant but wants his white bread yanst a day whativver happens."
Orth'ris, as allus thinks he knaws more than other foaks, said she wasn't a real laady, but nobbut a Hewrasian. I don't gainsay as her culler was a bit doosky like. But she was a laady.
She's a good lass enough, but good 'uns mak' as much trouble as t' bad 'uns sometimes, I think. It's Jonathan's daughter, Mary. She's ta'en Ben's fancy, and she's ta'en Bill Laycock's fancy, too. T' lass likes my Ben, and Clough he liked Laycock; for Laycock is t' blacksmith now, and owns t' forge, and t' house behind it. My Ben is nobbut Clough's overlooker."
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