human
Chill-fashion weddin', said Will, as he walked homewards,
gpt
Did 'e note Jan Grimbal theer?
human
I seed un, an' I catched un wi' his eye on you more 'n wance. He 's grawed to look nowadays as if his mouth allus had a sour plum in it.
gpt
His brain's got sour stuff hid in it if his mouth haven't. Be you ever feared of un?
human
Not me. Why for should I be? He'll be wan of the fam'ly like, now. He caan't keep his passion alive for ever. We 'm likely to meet when Martin do come home again from honeymooning.
gpt
Will, I must tell you something--something gert an' terrible. I should have told 'e 'fore now but I was frightened.
human
Not feared to speak to me?
gpt
Ess, seeing the thing I had to say. I've waited weeks in fear an' tremblin', expecting something to happen, an' all weighed down with fright an' dread. Now, what wi' the cheel that's comin', I caan't carry this any more.