thinkins

Updated: April 30, 2025

What do I keer? what doos it matter to me what he saw? I doan't bleeve he saw owt, if yo ast me. He wor skeert wi his own thinkins, an th' cowd gripped him i' th' in'ards, an twisted him as yo may twist a withe of hay Aye! it wor a cruel neet. When I opened t' door i' t' early mornin, t' garden wor aw black th' ice on t' reservoir wor inches thick.

Mrs. Humphry Ward - The History of David Grieve