human
Coourse, said Mr. Blee,
gpt
How do 'e come at that, then?
human
To get 'e, an' lose 'e again inside two year. That's ill luck if ever I seen it. Death's a envious twoad. Two short year of you; an' then up comes a tumour on his neck unbeknawnst, an' off he goes, like a spring lamb.
gpt
An' so he did. I waked from sleep an' bid un rise, but theer weern't no more risin' for him till the Judgment.
human
Death's no courtier. He'll let a day-labourer go so peaceful an' butivul as a child full o' milk goes to sleep; while he'll take a gert lord or dook, wi' lands an' moneys, an' strangle un by inches, an' give un the hell of a twistin'. You caan't buy a easy death seemin'ly.
gpt
A gude husband he was, but jealous,
human
Then you'm well rid of un. Theer's as gude in the world alive any minute as ever was afore or will be again.
gpt
Let 'em stop in the world then. I doan't want 'em.