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They've took fifty years doin it, but they've done it at last. It was yon chap with the bashed skull. Haul him alongside o me, wilta? I'll set on him ease my old stumps!" He lowered himself. "I'll larn him shoot me," he said, arranging himself comfortably on his corpse. Kit giggled. Somehow this old man with the twinkle in his eye made him feel at home among these screaming horrors.
In Hannah's presence his poor dull wits were not his own; he could in truth think of nothing but her. After the meal, however, when a draught of ale had put some heart in him, he got up with an air of resolution. 'I mun goo and see what that felly's been doin' wi' th' Huddersfield beeasts, he said; 'wilta coom wi' me, Davy? Mary! He called the little maid.
"'Yes, lass, I answers humble, an' lays my face on her hand, breakin' down again. "'Hush, dear lad, she whispers, 'we hannot time fur that. I want to talk to thee. Wilta listen? "'Yes, wife, I says, an' I heerd her sob when I said it, but she catches hersen up again. "'I want thee to mak' me a promise, said she. 'I want thee to promise never to forget what peace we ha' had.
"Where is he, sir?" "Where he ought to be," growled the old man "powder-magazine o coorse." The eye closed: the little ray of soul, still haunting the body, seemed quenched for ever; but it was not. "And bring along a brace o round-shot when ye coom back, wilta?" came the painful voice out of the deeps. Kit slid down the companion ladder. The lower deck was half awash, and foul with smoke.
"An' what wilta do when t' winter storms coom?" Peregrine continued. "It's not o' thee an' thine, but o' t' yowes I's thinkin'; they'll be liggin theer for mebbe three week buried under t' snow. It's then thou'll be wantin' t' owd shipperd back, aye, an' Rover too, that can set a sheep when shoo's under six foot o' snow."
"As sure as God's in heaven," cried Rotha with panting breath and flaming eyes, "I'll fling you into this river if you utter that lie again. Woman, give me the truth! Cast away these falsehoods, that would blast the souls of the damned in hell." "Get off. Wilta not? Nay, then, but I'll mak thee, and quick." The struggle was short. The girl was flung aside into the road. Mrs.
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