human
He's been so little here, Daniel,
gpt
It goes as tinder and a spark o' fire, that does, said the farmer.
human
Girls like Ruby don't want no time to be wooed by one such as that, though they'll fall-lall with a man like John Crumb for years.
gpt
I suppose she's gone to London.
human
Don't know nothing of where she's gone, squoire;--only she have gone some'eres. May be it's Lowestoffe. There's lots of quality at Lowestoffe a' washing theyselves in the sea.
gpt
If she was one of our people, said Father Barham,
human
Would ye now?
gpt
I don't see how you would have more chance of catching her than we have,
human
She'd catch herself. Wherever she might be she'd go to the priest, and he wouldn't leave her till he'd seen her put on the way back to her friends.
gpt
With a flea in her lug,
human
Your people never go to a clergyman in their distress. It's the last thing they'd think of. Any one might more probably be regarded as a friend than the parson. But with us the poor know where to look for sympathy.
gpt
She ain't that poor, neither,
human
She had money with her?
gpt
I don't know just what she had; but she ain't been brought up poor. And I don't think as our Ruby'd go of herself to any clergyman. It never was her way.
human
It never is the way with a Protestant,
gpt
We'll say no more about that for the present, said Roger, who was waxing wroth with the priest. That a man should be fond of his own religion is right; but Roger Carbury was beginning to think that Father Barham was too fond of his religion.
human
What had we better do? I suppose we shall hear something of her at the railway. There are not so many people leaving Beccles but that she may be remembered.
gpt
Ye ain't a' found her, Mr. Ruggles, ha' ye?
human
Noa;--we ain't a' found no one yet.
gpt
If it was as she was to come to harm, Mr. Carbury, I'd never forgive myself,--never,
human
As far as I can understand it is no doing of yours, my friend,
gpt
In one way, it ain't; and in one way it is. I was over there last night a bothering of her. She'd a' come round may be, if she'd a' been left alone. She wouldn't a' been off now, only for our going over to Sheep's Acre. But,--oh!
human
What is it, Mr. Crumb?
gpt
He's a coosin o' yours, squoire; and long as I've known Suffolk, I've never known nothing but good o' you and yourn. But if your baronite has been and done this! Oh, Mr. Carbury! If I was to wring his neck round, you wouldn't say as how I was wrong; would ye, now? Roger could hardly answer the question. On general grounds the wringing of Sir Felix's neck, let the immediate cause for such a performance have been what it might, would have seemed to him to be a good deed. The world would be better, according to his thinking, with Sir Felix out of it than in it. But still the young man was his cousin and a Carbury, and to such a one as John Crumb he was bound to defend any member of his family as far as he might be defensible.
human
They says as how he was groping about Sheep's Acre when he was last here, a hiding himself and skulking behind hedges. Drat 'em all. They've gals enough of their own,--them fellows. Why can't they let a fellow alone? I'll do him a mischief, Master Roger; I wull;--if he's had a hand in this.