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Chapter 8
Ifyerwantterbe’ere,yo’llnonwantmemessin’abahta’th’time.’
Shelookedathim,gettinghismeaningthroughthefogofthedialect.
’Whydon’tyouspeakordinaryEnglish?’shesaidcoldly.
’Me!Ahthowtitworordinary.’
Shewassilentforafewmomentsinanger.
’Soifyerwantt’key,yer’dbettertacit.Or’appenAh’dbettergi’e’tyertermorrer,an’clearallt’stuffahtfust.Wouldthatduforyer?’
Shebecamemoreangry.
’Ididn’twantyourkey,’shesaid.’Idon’twantyoutoclearanythingoutatall.Idon’tintheleastwanttoturnyououtofyourhut,thankyou!Ionlywantedtobeabletositheresometimes,liketoday.ButIcansitperfectlywellundertheporch,sopleasesaynomoreaboutit.’
Helookedatheragain,withhiswickedblueeyes.
’Why,’hebegan,inthebroadslowdialect.’YourLadyship’saswelcomeasChristmasterth’hutan’th’keyan’iverythinkasis.On’ythistimeO’th’yearther’sbodsterset,an’Ah’vegotterbepotterin’abahtagoodbit,seein’after’em,an’a’.WintertimeAhned’ardlycomenighth’pleece.Butwhatwi’spring,an’SirCliffordwantin’terstartth’pheasants...An’yourLadyship’dnonwantmetinkerin’aroundan’aboutwhenshewas’ere,allthetime.’
Shelistenedwithadimkindofamazement.
’WhyshouldImindyourbeinghere?’sheasked.
Helookedathercuriously.
’T’nuisanceonme!’hesaidbriefly,butsignificantly.Sheflushed.’Verywell!’shesaidfinally.’Iwon’ttroubleyou.
