‘Ay,’ said she, greedily, ‘come. Father will maybe hear yo’. He’s deaved wi’ my talking; he says it’s all nought to do with the things o’ today, and that’s his business.’

‘Gone fustian-cutting. I were loth to let her go; but somehow we must live; and th’ union can’t afford us much.’

‘Now I must go. You have done me good, Bessy.’

‘Yes. I came here very sad, and rather too apt to think my own cause for grief was the only one in the world. And now I hear how you have had to bear for years, and that makes me stronger.’

‘Bless yo’! I thought a’ the good-doing was on the side of gentle folk. I shall get proud if I think I can do good to yo’.’

‘You won’t do it if you think about it. But you’ll only puzzle yourself if you do, that’s one comfort.’

‘Yo’re not like no one I ever seed. I dunno what to make of yo’.’

‘Nor I of myself. Good-bye!’

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