human
There goes Noah Cotton's wife!--the murderer's wife! Look how grand she be in her fine chaise!
gpt
Ay, responded some human fiend, through an open window, loud enough to reach the ears of the grief-stricken woman;
human
Oh, she sighed,
gpt
I deserve all this. I was too proud. But they don't know how miserable I am, or they would not causelessly inflict upon me another wound.
human
Doan't take on so, Missus, said the good old serving-man, who, though he had said nothing to her on the subject, felt keenly for her distress.
gpt
Surely it's no fault o' yourn. You worn't born, I guess, when Measter did this fearsome deed. I ha' lived with Noe these fourteen years, an' I never 'spected him o' the like. He's about as queat a man as ever I seed. He wor allers kind to the dumb beasts on the farm, an' you know, Missus, that's a good sign. Some men are sich tyrants, that they must vent their bad humours on suffin. If the survant doan't cotch it, why the poor dumb creturs in their power do. Now I say, Noe wor a good Measter, both to man an' beast, an' I pray they may find him innocent yet.