human
His house is growing,
gpt
Aye, and his hearth will be as cold as his heart--the wretch! Well he may turn his hard face away from me and remember what fell out on this identical spot! But for God's gude grace he'd have been hanged to Exeter 'fore now.
human
You can't put yourself in his shoes, Chris; no woman can. Think what the world looked like to him after his loss. The girl he wanted was so near. His hands were stretched out for her; his heart was full of her. Then to see her slip away.
gpt
An' quite right, tu; as you was the first to say at the time. Who's gwaine to pity a thief who loses the purse he's stole, or a poacher that fires 'pon another man's bird an' misses it?
human
All the same, I doubt he would have made a better husband for Phoebe Lyddon than ever your brother will.
gpt
You--you to say that! You, Will's awn friend!
human
It's true; and you know it as well as anybody. He has so little common sense.